The Truth is Confusing

I have nothing valuable to add to the eons-old debate about the nature of truth or the definition of truth. From Plato and Aristotle to Aquinas to Bertrand Russell and many other philosophers and thinkers have definitely added more to this conversation than this blurb. 

Even still, are facts true? What is a fact? Do we go down this rabbit hole on an impossible-to-complete journey? Is there a universal truth that we all must adhere? Must truth be verifiable or seen? As in a belief in an omnipotent and omniscient God? Is truth variable? Can the truth be known? Maybe the truth is that the truth is confusing and is another idea (or certainty) that we just gain more uncertainty as we explore? 

All we can do is a meander what we posit about how the truth operates in itself, ourselves, and in this global society. Is it the truth that the people are being exploited by the corporations? Is the truth that we cannot think or act without perspective? I don't and will never really know but it is incredibly satisfying to explore, I think if we act in a honest manner to inch closer to what is the truth of anything from our own actions to its purported universiality, we will create a world better for community or maybe we would create a society of stoics and cynics who pontificate ceaselessly against all duty and progress. 

What I believe is that we all experience the looming doom that the truth will impart on the psyche. The truth will come and separate the world into those who want to get nearer to the knowledge of the truth and those who only want perspective and can only narcissitically engage with the truth. Is truth just a theory like the rest? And like a lot of theories it is being forced as true? Is the truth just a sequence of unanswerable questions? I really don't know and probably never will, still we must partake of the journey.

Truth in Catechism 

How do I know anything at all?

Am I doomed to not know anything?

Is understanding not supposed to be sought because of the futility?

Or must I seek because certainty can be achieved? 

Are these vacuous, purerile questions my only reprieve? 

Must we approach the truth with humility?

Are we relegated to the perspective many bring?

Does the search ensure progress will stall?

Should I stop the inquiry, this probe, this exploration?

Is to know the truth the same as knowing perfection never? 

Have I been bewitched by the pursuits ill-fated adoration?

Maybe I have already found the truth, I just don't know any better.