What is the truth? What is, that's the truth. Can we ever describe it? sort of: to describe it is to reduce it to words, and it is not words, so every description is nothing more than a cartoon.
Who is the truth? You are, you are being the truth, you are the truth. And the truth - or if you like being the truth - will set you free. You always were, you are and you always will be, until the end of time, and when is that?
Time is present while doing is happening. We see that doing brings life, of a sort, to being, and so we are. Without doing in some shape or form, time has come to an end. Being may be, but it is not persisting through time, we are outside of time. And of course we always were.
So let us live this truth of our being: we are here, we have turned up, we are engaging in something so utterly amazing that the gloriousness of it passes us by.
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