Truth

If a picture could paint a thousand words then why cant we paint truth-or can we,is a picture a true reflection of an object or a place a face a time and hour a minute.

Is it just a reflection of the picture taker,is truth in the eye of the beholder or is it definate.infinate,its certainly interesting,its the most interesting word of them all,wars have been fought over it or fought against it even that can not be a sure truth.

In fact the magic of truth is thats its elusive a butterfly that flits and returns and holds breathless beauty,so that we chase it,we regard it with some fear and trepidation in some cases,we love it desperatly and hate it too often at the same time.

It has the power to render us weak and make us very angry to lift our spirit to heights unknown before or bring us down on our knees.

It really is that tiresome word that we avoid most of the time it can lose friends and influence them, never mind make freinds and influence them.

It can be many things but its rarely fun,after all its truth and truth does not deal in fun and games,its the hard truth the brutal truth the exciting truth,the revealing truth.

The one thing about truth is its quite plain hardly has time for fancy words we even consider it the boring truth.

Truth that fine old word how we search for you.