The search for truth - written while hiking

He was a man for who truth had taken such a strong hold with that the mere act of equalizing himself with the purity of it destroyed all of the values and traditions that he had held so closely to his heart. This road led him into madness, into a hell of his own crafting. Searching for the definition of truth drove him towards those non-truths, the essence of those things that opposed the sharp ringing of light. It was in this hell that when confronted by the very unstable fabric of his beliefs that he fought and won his freedom.

This was no universal freedom to be applied to the masses. He had struggled through the layers of his own delusion to reach the stark reality of the falseness of his beliefs. Such a shock was a blow to shatter his will-power. To shatter all his definitions and constructions of the truth. Faced with no way to build a wall against the world he confronted the truth and found it no further away than his own heart. And it nearly destroyed him to see the futility with which he had struggled all these years. But standing up on that first day of clarity he had grasped the truth deep within and refused to compromise on any facet of its projection.

That had been more than 5 years ago. This was a different man who stood up tall this morning. His struggle had never diminished in the slightest but he know possessed a strength that showed in every expression of movement. Looking out from his sanctuary deep in the forest he noted with pride the full beauty of the rising sun. And, as he thought every morning at the greeting of a new day, there is no greater expression of the truth than to breathe in the beauty of one`s own choosing.