truth (with a capital t)

All one has is bits & pieces of partially read texts.

Fragments of discourses & Lectures heard.

And, Morsels of the thoughts & Ideas spread into the parlance of intelligentsia and the collective conscience.

Yet, These snippets when conjoined together give off a sense of substantiality.

Perhaps the Absolute or The Truth hides itself in the fragments.

And when these slivers of fragmentary truth are put together, it creates, what can be called a Syncretic Mosaic of Truth.

But there lies a great problem with this mosaic.

This mosaic of truth is contradictory, no tile is in congruence with the other.

There are infinite regressions, paradoxes, and fallibilism of sorts.

This sheer incongruence of it makes the truth a non-linear and incoherent affair.

Truth is then subverted, as it looks entangled and interminable.

The mosaic is then discarded, the tile of fragmentary truth gets picked up and there begins rivalry of truth.