The truth is …

The truth is aesthetically alluring.
It's beautiful, ingenious, elegant, eloquent, organic and graceful.

The truth is unsympathetic.
It cares nothing of our attempts to interpret and explain it, or of substantiating our beliefs, desires and illusions.

The truth is compassionate.
It's understanding, patient, nurturing and fully accepting of our perennial misunderstandings.

The truth is elusive.
It flirts coyly, remaining amorphous and non-committal, occasionally contradicting itself to keep our interest peeked.

The truth is generous.
It freely, and repeatedly, offers a greater and clearer understanding for us to infuse into our being.

The truth is easily distorted.
It seems to contort under the weight of our wishes and expectations, when we try to pin it down in our minds.

The truth is freeing.
It perpetually encourages and assists us, to refresh and renew ourselves and our views.

The truth is transcendent.
It's a regular at meetings of the local “unknowables” support group, along with consciousness, eternity and infinity.

The truth speaks in silence.
It uses a language, never composed or taught, yet understood by all who foster the care to listen.

The truth is the ultimate prey for a lifelong quest.
It's breadth and depth continually expand to exceed our capacity for knowledge and understanding, like robotic rabbits tirelessly tempting greyhounds to strive with complete commitment.

The truth strikes like lightening.
It rewrites the terrain like a tidal wave, plasters over existing presumptions like a pyroclastic flow and displaces what was before with a meteoric splash.

The truth is, what it is.
It both defines, and is defined by, the endless unfolding of the infinite cosmos and the ethereal tidal forces that spawn suns and black holes, inspire life and evolution, and push the pollen particles and planetary pebbles about.

The truth is …