I sat recently with an elder acquaintance as he regaled me with stories from his past, citing numerous places where he had traveled and the numerous people he had spent time with, some of them famous in their own venues, but of most of whom I was unaware. He had been, according to his stories, invited to dinners and festive gatherings all over the world and felt himself singled out and fortunate and happy to share memories of these occasions with me, over a glass or two of wine. At one point in his narrative he mentioned a local doctor to whom he had imparted some information, who approached him later saying, “You lied to me!” He had replied, “Of course, I always lie,” and passed the matter off as an embellishment or an exaggeration. I must admit that I enjoyed listening to him almost as much as he enjoyed telling his stories, so what matter if they were not true! No harm appeared to have been done and anyway, what is truth?
Truth is not relative and everything in the rational universe is relative. Truth transcends relativity, the Socratic secret, so cannot be discovered in the universe until the absolute is discovered. But the absolute does not exist, it simply is, behind the scenes as it were. Can the human mind even fathom where it is since it is nowhere in the universe? Surely, if the absolute were to make an appearance within the universe at a particular point in time and space, it would bring all of relativity into subjection, thereby establishing truth. This, of course, is not a possibility. It is merely an absolute necessity.