"I started to leave, then stopped. 'Is it true? The story.' I made an inarticulate gesture. 'The part you told today?'
'All stories are true,' Skarpi said. 'But this one really happened, if that's what you mean.' He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. 'More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.'"
(_The Name of the Wind_ by Patrick Rothfuss)
Lately, I have started really pondering the Truth of things. I'm am torn, wondering if Truth can ever be really found...
I have felt very much like River in this scene:
[Shepherd Book prepares a meal as he absentmindedly addresses River.]
Book: What are we up to, sweetheart?
River: Fixing your Bible.
Book: I, um... What?
[Pan over to River, who works on a book with pens, brushes, and loose pages.]
River: Bible's broken. Contradictions, false logistics... doesn't make sense.
Book: No, no. You—you can't...
River: So we'll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God's creation of Eden. Eleven inherent metaphoric parallels already there. Eleven. Important number.
Prime number. One goes into the house of eleven eleven times, but always comes out one. Noah's ark is a problem.
River: We'll have to call it "early quantum state phenomenon". Only way to fit 5,000 species of mammals on the same boat.
. . .
Book: River, you don't... fix the Bible.
River: It's broken. It doesn't make sense.
Book: It's not about... making sense. It's about believing in something. And letting that belief be real enough to change your life. It's about faith. You don't fix faith, River. It fixes you.