Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.''Will you be all right?''I'll be all right,' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.
Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.
I will never fully understand; that is the nature of such creatures. Or is this Inner Truth now, this that is happening to me? I will wait. I will see. Which it is. Perhaps it is both.
Any given man sees only a tiny portion of the total truth, and very often, in fact almost.. Perpetually, he deliberately deceives himself about that precious little fragment as well.