Truth is Space Milk.

truthismilkImagine a fat glass of milk, floating in space.

Now, imagine the glass part is not there.  You are looking at a well made entirely of milk, sitting in the middle of the cosmos.

No matter where you are on Earth, you can look up and see this well of milk.  If you climb a tall enough mountain, or board a small enough plane, you can approach the milk– you can touch it, smell it, or even take some.

No matter how much people take, the well of milk remains.

That milk is truth.

Some people go on with their lives, never looking up, never wondering what it is, or what it means to them.

Others dedicate their life to understanding its essence.

Some people reach into the well with their bare hands, dripping milk between their fingers, desperate to understand it in the fleeting moments before it slips between their fingers.

Others rely on ceremony and declare the truth to be divine.

They use a jewel-encrusted goblet, or a clay mug, or a disposable cup to sample the milk– never seeing how the vehicle they have chosen imposes limitations on truth itself.

Still others deny it’s divinity and measure it with the slow tools available to their ever-growing understanding of science.

The same milk that watches over an oblivious child on her way to school is the same milk found in a golden chalice.  The same milk found in a test tube is the same milk found on the floor, splattered from the dirty fingers of a hobo.

Truth is neither a chameleon nor a con-artist, and it does not share its secrets lightly.

It is ageless, eternal, and unchanging–  but it is not all there is.

There is Perception, a fugitive who makes a mockery of the laws of truth.  It whispers to anyone who seeks the well, singing a song of righteousness, power, and superiority.  The song dances and delights, but if you listen carefully, past the cacophony…

Truth is bellowing, echoing the earth, playing a drumbeat that sets the rhythm for everything that is and was.

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One day, my dad told me about truth and his explanation went a little something like this.  I thought of it today when reading a post by HumansAreWeird.  He starts by asking what truth is, but I think the answer is fairly straightforward.

Truth is space milk.

49 thoughts on “Truth is Space Milk.

    1. Because we can only know the truth by studying the milk… but any truth we uncover has been tainted by the tools and vessels we choose to study it with… so each truth we see is colored by perception. So there are infinite truths! And still, still,only one. 😉 Or, maybe I have it all backwards…. but still, I like the idea of space milk. 🙂

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      1. The milky way is enticing and I love your take on it! 🙂
        If there is only one truth, I’m afraid we’ll never know it while we are limited by our perceptions and blunt tools; remember the ‘observor effect’?!

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  1. In my sleep-deprived state, I found this much more humorous than you probably intended. Nevertheless, an excellent take on philosophy and milk. 😀

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    1. Haha! 😀 Well, when I use the idea in debates in person, it’s more serious. I had a little fun with the absurdity of the analogy here, though, so I suppose my giggling came through. 🙂 Thank you for reading!

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  2. Good philosophy Rara. What I read somewhere-
    “The ‘truth’ is only a way of speaking; there is not something labeled ‘Truth,’ that one day you will find and open the box and see the contents and say, ‘Great! I have found the truth.’ There is no such box. Your existence is the truth, and when you are silent you are in truth. And if the silence is absolute then you are the ultimate truth. But don’t think of the truth as an object – it is not an object. It is not there, it is here.” Osho.

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    1. 🙂 But is it really different for each of us, or does it only seem different because of Perception’s song and because of the observer effect– in that, we are limited by our methods of determining truth, and our limitations are different. Hmmm, who knows? 😉

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  3. A husband and wife go to visit the Dalai Lama up high in his mountain retreat. The husband tells his story. The Old Man nods and says: “You’re right!”

    “Wait a minute” cries the wife. “You haven’t heard my side yet!” and she tells her story.

    The wise Old Man nods, looks at her and says “You’re right.”

    “Hey,” says the husband. “We can’t both be right!”

    The Old Man nods again. “You’re right,” he says.

    There is truth and there is truth. There are MANY truths, an Infinity of truths. The trouble starts if we believe there is but one — ours — and try to enforce it on everybody.

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    1. Everyone’s perceived truth is equally flawed, and equally correct, I think that’s what the analogy is all about. We’re all limited in our methods of studying the truth. Those limitations are our perceptions… and perception colors our view of the truth. It’s the same milk, so we’re all looking at the same Truth… but we’re looking at Truth through entirely different means. 🙂

      I love the story!! It reminds me of one of my dad’s favorite stories about the blind men who argue about what sort of creature an elephant is– one claiming it’s a tree trunk, another saying it’s snake, another saying it’s leathery wall… “Quarreling, each to his view they cling– Such folk see only one side of a thing”. In other words, we all do our best to understand the world– but at the end of the day, we’re just another one of the blind men trying to figure out an elephant. 🙂

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    1. Haha, my dad used to try to teach me regular philosophy, but he realized early on that these concepts don’t stick with me unless they’re coated in absurdity! 😀 Thank you for reading!

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  4. Deep…but a good read! My husband and I were discussing that many people don’t contemplate life, the world, etc which baffles me as I think that I am thinking, contemplating, being introspective more than not. But each to their own, and each to their own perception

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  5. Great post Rara!

    Yes, our confirmation bias makes discourse on truth virtually pointless. Socrates knew this and that is why the Oracle of Delphi proclaimed him to be the wisest man in Athens. Yet there are also those moments of clarity, those Krishna and Arjuna moments when all is made clear.

    Isn’t it funny how our most advanced attribute, our “highly evolved” neo cortex, the thing that allows us to form judgments, opinions and perceptions is the very thing that inhibits us from experiencing even the simple truths that so called “dumb” animals are living in ever moment?

    Thanks for sharing Rara!

    Rohan.

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    1. “Isn’t it funny how our most advanced attribute, our “highly evolved” neo cortex, the thing that allows us to form judgments, opinions and perceptions is the very thing that inhibits us from experiencing even the simple truths that so called “dumb” animals are living in ever moment?”

      So TRUE! My cats understand how to love better than most people do. They don’t hold grudges and are always forgiving if I step on their tails by accident. They are happy as long as I pet and cuddle them and give them food. Why can’t people be like that? I kind of figure that in a way that we are like computers, the more complicated they get the more likely that something will go wrong.

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  6. A very beautiful metaphor. I congratulate you on your creative outlook on milk :).

    “They use a jewel-encrusted goblet, or a clay mug, or a disposable cup to sample the milk– never seeing how the vehicle they have chosen imposes limitations on truth itself.”

    Does it matter what the vehicle is as long as they are getting some of the milk? Sure, you may feel more at one with the milk if you use your hands or just stick your face in there, but some people are old fashioned, which doesn’t have to be a bad thing. On the other hand, if all they care about is their mug or disposable cup, and they mistake the cup itself for the milk, we have an issue.

    Again, very good post. Thank you for writing it.

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  7. Truth is space milk. It all makes sense. Your blog is delightfully splendiferous. It’s spacious and it smells nice. I think ima stay. Please provide time tams for my next visit. TWould be appreciated

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