So many claims to truth.

So many kinds of truth.

The truth of science. The truth of the narratives we live in. The truth of our bodies. The truth of our feelings. The truth of our ideas.

The truth of our commitments.

The truth of our vows.

What if truth is not something we have, a fixed entity or property, but an event, always in progress, always in the midst of being brought about in and by the way in which we live and how we work?

And what if truth is not so much something we know, as much as it is something we do?