Double Truth

Plato told me one day about the allegory of the cave, in which he saw the sun representing the ultimate truth. I can see why he would do that. There is only one sun. It helps us see things. It is warm. It is present all the time somewhere in the world. Sometimes it is hard to face. It can hurt and it can burn. All these features correspond to the potential of truth. The real ultimate Truth. The truth about the world and its mystery.

Until a cool day in April has come. April is the coldest month, surprisingly. The sun hid and then appeared. But there were two suns and I was confused. The belief system collapsed and scattered to pieces across the green, fresh grass. The lilacs were beyond dead because it rained a lot during the last week. Above the horizon, i captured the double-ness of truth. I could not tell which one was true and which was not. Amid the uncertainty and the confusion, I waited for the sun rays to warm my face, but the cold wind gyrated and the smell of alzahar danced playfully.

On the brink of losing hope, on the lake of fear from inevitable darkness, I waited for the sun(s) that were going down. The angle changed, and the left sun disappeared abruptly, while the right sun swayed softly like a feather upon a pillow, until reaching the sea horizon, it bid my face goodbye with a last, orange ray (just like the color of alzahar).