You’re sitting on a bench when a man runs around the corner, swiftly pursued by another man. The second man pulls a gun and shoots the first man. You’ve just witnessed a murder.
You’re standing at a bus stop when two men run past, one obviously chasing the other. The last man shouts out “Stop, police!” just before they race around a corner. Moments later a gunshot is heard. Justice has been done.
You’re about to enter a restaurant when a man races out almost knocking you over. He screams over his shoulder that he needs more time to get the money together just as some neanderthal thug comes flying out of the restaurant. Obviously a debt collector for some criminal, he has the cheek to scream “Stop, police!” to help clear the crowd and catch up. They race past a bus stop and around a corner as you shake your head at the state of the world and enter the restaurant.
You’re on a bus and see a man getting shot in the street. Confused and shocked, you fumble for your phone to call the police just as the bus rounds the corner and a restaurant in the distance explodes. Bloody terrorists.
Truth is limited. Every single witness to these events will be telling a different story to the people they know. Every single person will be telling the truth, yet they wont be telling the whole truth. They’re incapable because they haven’t seen the whole truth. None of us have.
Truth is limited by perception which itself is limited in nature. A couple of metres away may provide you with a completely different view of events. A single step to the right may change “I almost got hit by a car” to “I was hit by a car” or vice versa. If we step back far enough to see everything we lose the details. If we get close enough to see the details then we’re too close to see everything happening around us.
The only truth we have, and therefore the only truth we can tell, is our own. Only our own experiences of events, later modifed by other people’s views, can be the truth to us. But we should always remain open to the possibility that our truth is not the only truth.
You’re sitting on a bus when a noise causes you to glance over and see the man on the opposite seat desperately grabbing his phone. He starts dialling and suddenly a restaurant in the distance explodes. Knowing that your life and the lives of everyone else on the bus probably depend on it you pull out chefs knife you’ve just bought and stab him through the heart. You’re a hero.