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Friday, 26 October 2012

Reflections in mirrors



When I was a Catholic I  knew the truth. When I was a Marxist I knew the truth. Now I don’t know the truth and am happier for it. My son knows the truth. My daughter doesn’t. I hope the one loses it, and the other never finds it.

I'm sorry. More a tweet than a post. French food and wine awaits in Lyon, and I am harassed!

6 comments:

Angela Brown said...

There is often such bliss in ignorance, particularly after knowing we knew only to see that knowing's no fun :-)

LD Masterson said...

I don't really have a comment on this. I need to ponder a bit first.

Vero said...

Wonderfully said, Mike. Truth is in the eye of the beholder, and it usually obscures the view.

Maria Zannini said...

I don't know the truth either, so I make it up as I go along.

I hope the wine softens that harassment. :)

Jay Paoloni said...

I really wanted to know the truth all my life. Then, I'm suddenly coming to the understatement - sorry, to the understanding that I want to feel the truth rather than know it. So I keep on reading and studying, but the focus has changed and my approach has radically changed.

Mike Keyton said...

Hey, I'm back, footsore,weary. Lyon is beautiful, a fitting setting for my daughter.

Angela, Vero, Maria, I suppose one way of looking at it is 'truth' allows 'things' to be done, but a narrow focus blinkers the mind.

Linda, 'ponder' is a great word, and sometimes a shield against 'truth'.

Jay, searching is great. Problem is that when you've found 'it' the searching stops and that's not so great.

Thank you for the comments. It's great to be back.