Truth is literally that which is without secrecy, what discloses itself without a veil.
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru chinks of his cavern.
The Truth never flaunted a sign.
And might I live long enough to see the world yet again as a place completely different, through eyes that see another truth not yet revealed?
When all lies, deceit, pretense is stripped away, what remains? The truth of a painting, or a book or a man.
Truth is a naked and open daylight
