An idea, a thought, an anecdote, a story or a poem a day!

  Forlorn, feeling empty and finding it hard to focus, Along the banks of a lost river, that I remember, used to be. Tired, and teary, and in an urgent need for some water,  I came upon a bottle of some kind, transparent like glass  but made of some unbreakable substance and no opening that I could see at a glance neither a cork nor a twist top, what kind of bottle it was? A bottle with no mouth, but somehow it spoke to me! Foggy inside, with a piece of paper with some strange letters and unknown symbols written in different colours on it, floating in it, I shook it and the letters started to melt in the fog their rainbow colours dissolving and resolving themselves, and a sound started to emanate from it Ouummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Which started to turn into a song in a language I didn’t understand But the music swayed me, and I shut my eyes, dancing to the tune, forgetting everything else, Karagre Vasate Lakshmi, Karmadhye Saraswati, ...

Yes, where is truth? what's the truth and what is false, made up, or untrue, about something?  How can we know, how can we find out?  We can't unless we seek truth unless we ask, and listen, and see  (opposite to Gandhi's three monkeys). Yes, we can find truth  by seeking, what we know, what we believe in,  but also  By asking questions, By listening to what others say,  By looking at the other side too.  But we need to know that there is truth! It doesn't show itself, it doesn't impose on others, it keeps to itself! Yes, truth is absolute knowledge is relevant!