"The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives."
Albert Einstein

    It has been quite a while since I posted my last essay, and in that time I have been busy with my personal and professional life.  I have, somehow, managed to stay connected, questioning of this thing that we call life, often taking myself outside the box in an attempt to figure IT ALL out. I find myself feeling more and more like an observer of IT ALL, while also experiencing IT ALL.

    So, just what have I been up to, and what the heck is IT ALL anyway?

    In my home office is a twelve-inch high statue of the iconic superhero, Wonder Woman. I have had a professional life for many years, while also raising a family and taking care of our home. I never set out to “do IT ALL”, but somehow I came pretty darn close during the last 30 years or so (At least it felt that way, especially after putting in over 8 hours a day at work, then rushing home to prepare dinner and wrangle a toddler before collapsing into bed and dreaming of sleeping late the next morning!). I guess my family may have paid me the ultimate compliment by gifting me with my own little award in the guise of Wonder Woman.

    I’m pretty sure that I am no Wonder Woman, but I do covet one thing that she possessed, and I mean more than the glossy, black mane of hair, spectacular figure, and friendships with Superman and other members of The Justice League, and the gifts of the Gods bestowed upon her at birth. No, I’m talking about that Golden Lasso of hers. The Golden Lasso was not only indestructible and strong enough to hold even the likes of Superman, it could restore lost memories, renew the body, protect those encircled by it, and compel those within its confines to tell the truth.  

    Several months ago, with all of the commotion surrounding the presidential race, I happened to think of Wonder Woman and her Golden Lasso. How would any of the presidential or vice-presidential candidates fare within the Golden Lasso? If you have observed as many political races as I have in my 50-plus years, you begin to know the drill. Quite simply, politicians will say or do just about anything to get elected. It doesn’t matter if the politician is male or female, black or white, liberal or conservative. It is never about Truth.

    What is Truth? Does anyone know for sure, and if it hit us in the face would we recognize it? Philosophers have pondered Truth for centuries, and all have come up with their own take on Truth.

    In Egyptian mythology, truth, justice, and universal order are exemplified by the goddess, Maat. Maat translates as “that which is straight”, and her symbol was a feather. In the Egyptian Book of the Dead, she played an important role, and it was in the Hall of Maat, or Duat, where the judgment of the dead took place. An important part of this judgment was the weighing of the heart, where the heart of the deceased was placed upon one side a scale, and the feather of Maat on the other. The deceased was judged good or “pure of heart” if the heart’s weight was less than that of a feather, resulting in the deceased passing into the equivalent of heaven, a place beside the god Osiris for eternity.

    This concept of Maat as Truth, and “that which is straight”, appears to have little to do with lying or telling the “truth”, but a lot to do with lightness, balance and order, a lack of chaos, and possibly a lot of what we call love.  Were the Ancient Egyptians onto something that most of the modern world has lost sight of?    

    For me, I have come to realize that through my whole life I have searched and searched for Truth. It has taken me down many strange paths, involved encounters with every kind of person, philosophy, science, creed, and spirituality. I have had glimpses of it while gazing up at the stars at night, in the face of my children, and in the last great sigh of my father has he passed from this world. I have felt it while listening to beautiful music, and in the song of the mockingbird echoing down the chimney in my bedroom on an early spring morning.

    I cannot define Truth, because to me it is not about what you say or even what you do. It appears to me to be a state of being, and either you are there or you or not. IT ALL would seem to be about Truth and the pursuit of Truth.

    Einstein may be on to something in regards to Truth in the quote at the beginning of this essay:

    “The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.”

    In Luke 18:15-17 of the New Testament, we also find the following:

    “…But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it."

    So, what are we to make of these two quotes in terms of Truth? I cannot speak for anyone else, but for me they mean keeping a sense of awe and wonder, and a sense of play in regards to exploration of our world and the Universe, as well as taking the time to see and appreciate the beauty that enfolds us all. Life may not be perfect and without pain, but I have seen Truth growing as a dandelion through a crack in a sidewalk. It seems to find its way into the world no matter what we do.  



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