I have been thinking about Truth, and truths. Especially at the moment, when we have some rather big ones to look in the eye. This reflection doesn't feel like poetry, so it won't be. These are interim notes, with a finished product some way off.
It is difficult to move beyond Keats' dictum that Truth is Beauty and Beauty Truth. Oh that that were all we really need to know! It seems to me that I'd have to be Rousseau's Noble Savage to take Truth in such a graceful stride.
