It was orange insulation tape. Might even have been tangerine. Someone had carefully stuck it on the back of the white transit van so that the ‘U’ was split across the join of the rear doors. It wasn’t big, but very clear and stark on the wide wide surface. TRUTH it said, plain and simple, as I was pulled up behind it at the lights.
I watched carefully as it turned left, hoping to see some writing on the side of the van to give me a bit more as to what it was there for – and likewise I looked back as I drove through the lights, and had a peek at the right side of the van. Nothing. Just white.
If I’d been a bit sharper, I would have took a photo and you could have judged for yourself.
Why was it taped on the van? What does it mean?
Could it be a deep and oblique reference to the Oystons? Probably not. Too cryptic.
Truth is something you ponder over. It is something you discover, find revealed. Something that makes sense of a lot of things that may be a puzzle on their own.
There’s a lot of fake truth about, ideas that are punching above their weight, or slants someone is trying to sell you. You can’t build your world on them, no matter how much of them you swallow.
The truth has to be the same, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
And He is.
(Can’t be forced upon you, barked at you. Discover and Receive)