"What is Truth?"
I once told the truth.
It was the only time I wasn't believed.
What is truth? This profound question was asked by Pilot at the most profound moment in history.
And we have yet to find an answer that satisfies everyone.
Truth is apparently indistinct, a dense fog that blurs our vision and appears different to each person, and changes moment to moment.
What is true today, was a lie yesterday, and will be again tomorrow. What is worshiped in one culture, is dismissed as foolishness in another.
In spite of this, let us see what the Sages have revealed to us in time past.
This by Sophocles leaves one to ponder:
"How dreadful knowledge of the truth can be when there's no help in truth!"
George Crabbe has this insightful comment:
"Habit with him was all the test of truth, It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
This from Wendell Phillips gives pause to think:
"Truth is forever absolute, but opinion is truth filtered through the moods, the blood, the disposition of the spectator."
James Russell Lowell expresses it in poem:
"Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne --
"Yet that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown,
"Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch over His own."
Think on this one from Charles Peirce:
"Every man is fully satisfied that there is such a thing as truth, or he would not ask any questions."
Now let us see if our Liars Club has anything to say about Truth.