Did it ever?Does the truth matter any more?
While the only thing I am certain of is the everchanging truth of my own experience, and I'm not even so certain of that, truth matters. I prefer to approach truth, to feel myself in its vicinity, to imagine what a "fact" might be and to doubt it, but why would we have doubt and scepticism if truth didn't matter. We want to believe in something. We want to trust something. We hang our identities on a "self" we create and believe to be our true self. Not finding the truth only proves how much it matters. Of course, the word "proves" is suspect. Facts are lazy and facts are late Facts all come with points of view Facts don't do what I want them to Facts just twist the truth around Facts are living turned inside out Facts are getting the best of them Facts are nothing on the face of things Facts don't stain the furniture Facts go out and slam the door Facts are written all over your face Facts continue to change their shape Talking HeadsFacts are simple and facts are straight