Posted by: fullandbye | October 26, 2007

confessions and exorcism

Confessions are a form of exorcism.

Exorcism is both cathartic and painful.

The truth ultimately does set us free, but it can be a very nasty process. All the nastier when we are not sure what the truth is, and when we are not sure how much faith to put in our own confessions.

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  1. “What is true is already so. Owning up to it doesn’t make it worse. Not being open about it doesn’t make it go away. And because it’s true, it is what is there to be interacted with. Anything untrue isn’t there to be lived. People can stand what is true, for they are already enduring it.” — E. T. Gendlin

  2. I don’t buy that. Not really. Artifice can be as convincing as verity. Superficiality can be as persuasive and compelling as forthrightness.
    Perhaps we endure the truth, but it frequently comes adorned and disguised, cloaked and veiled.

  3. If artifice be presented as reality, and none oppose it, what distinction does it have? Perhaps it should rather be said, that thing which we endure is truth. The characteristic property of truth is not perceptibility but inevitability.

  4. This is better.
    The characteristic property of truth is inevitability, but not stability, nor veracity in any foundational sense.
    The characteristic of Truth is stability, and veracity, and foundation.
    If we are immersed in truth, and one day we experience the nagging doubt of Truth, and these doubts continue until one day Truth hits us hard in the face, at this point the existential limits of truth are thrown into sharp focus, and its artifice becomes perceptible. What is left to us?
    There are few universals, and practically none as regard human affairs. Therefore when we describe our lives we strive to make statements which are true, even if those statements are not The Truth, they still contain truthful elements.
    What happens when we realize that perhaps our conceptual frameworks were built on deception and self-deception? What of a confession where you admit that perhaps statements you made were not true, not even at the time, despite all wishing and hoping them to be? This confession is an exorcism of sorts, and what is left, hopefully, is not Truth but rather that which is true. Recognizing true truths from false truths is difficult indeed. Polonius knew this.


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