Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Thoughts on Truth

Prevailing Interpretation

All things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.”
Friedrich Nietzsche

If you listen to the politicos of this world, you will never know what truth is. In a half-hour sequence of the evening news, it's possible to hear five different interpretations of the same event. Take our national disaster readiness, for instance. There is still debate as to whether people should be allowed to rebuild in flood prone areas—like coastlines, and river valleys. We humans love to be near water. It's in our DNA—out of necessity, tribal people always camped near water sources. And even though we now, for the most part, have water piped into our homes, we still want to camp near lakes, rivers and oceans. But is it reasonable to, year after year, rebuild in places that have flooded repeatedly? Should the nation bear the financial burden for homes built on sand spits in the Gulf? Ask ten people and you will get ten answers. Ask the politicians, and you will get whatever answer is expedient at the moment.

Prevailing wisdom is also regional. Here in the deep south, opinions tend to be conservative in every domain. Those of us who are progressive or, God forbid, liberal, are pariahs, who basically have no voice. The conservatives believe that truth lies with them—and we bourgeois bohemians believe it lies with us. Between the two, there is no man's land. At this particular time in history, the conservatives control the South. This is their time to shine, and so they will push their agenda as far as they possibly can, until there is a correction and the pendulum swings the other way.

Nietzscehe also spoke to this: “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” Being on the far side of prevailing attitudes is a lonely, sometimes dangerous business, but the price is just right for owning one's own soul.

                                                      In the Spirit,

                                                           Jane

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