Thursday 27 August 2015

A Short Note on the Truth

Last night I watched an old movie, Dead Poets Society, and there was a particular scene in which Todd Anderson recites an impromptu poem about Truth:

"Truth - like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold,
 You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough.
 You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us.
  From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying,
  It'll just cover your face, as you wail, and cry, and scream"

and this morning I opened my World Mythology book randomly, coincidentally it showed me the page where it talks about Bard,

Bards: In certain mythologies bards, or possessors of the divine ability to reveal the essence of truth through words, play significant roles in leading their people. Bards could be poet-prophets like the Celtic Amairgen and Taliesen, literally singing reality or history into life, or Hindu Brahmins who do something of the same thing. Or bards can be lesser figures who simply reveal the myths -- the "true stories of the given cultures. These are the filidh of Ireland and the skalds of the north. Bards, are sometimes blind, like the legendary Homer, which suggests the importance of their insight.

Interestingly, when Todd Anderson was reciting that poem, his eyes were closed by his teacher, Mr. Keating, in order to help him shut down the noise and laughter from his classmate and evoked what's within him.

So, as Russell Brand often says, the sight of what we are, of what things are, is just a temporal illusion. It is what is within, the insight, that is the truth.

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