
What is Truth? Is it objective or subjective?
Is Truth a recognition or is it an aspiration?
Is saying each person has their own truth a way to conceal the reality? Why do we remain emotionally hopeful for relationships that we know won’t realize?
Why do we constantly fantasize about an ideal society sometimes without being ideal ourselves?
What is Truth after all? And why is knowing and accepting Truth often more daring than the most daring challenges?