I often hear echoes of unfounded certainty. If that certainty morphs into an assertion, it bounces farther. At best these perceptions are deep, but never wide enough to justify the asserted sureness. This type of certainty seems to give some stability, but encroaches harmfully. I get terrified when I see it invading, soon enough building up an evasion of breadth. I think instead we should all be fortified with layers of humbleness when approaching truth [1].
Truth appears complex and complicated, incomprehensibly layered. It increases in dimensions the less definite the rules of a given context. Rather than binary, truth appears to be a masterpiece with a universe of a canvas. None of us can begin to grasp more than a fraction of it. None of us can hold and carry it in its entirety.
All we are left with are fragments of shadows and shadows of fragments. Tunnels and bubbles can illuminate these shadows, making them appear deceptively wider. You can build a fortress, stable, off of this humbleness. It can span miles deep in knowledge, and wide in awareness of its own limitations. I remember it as the truth of truth (axiom of axioms)! I wish to shout back a reminder, a rumble, for us to all firmly ground ourselves to this.
Notes:
[1] This excludes contexts which provide a ruleset, or a way to measure truth.
Thank you to my dad for countless conversations on close topics and insights, and to some recent reading which has brought attention to this necessity.