The truth lies, not beneath, but within the empty spaces between our perceptions and our projected mirages. In the grand irony of life's theatre, our pursuits of absolute truth dissolve into the mist of refracted reflections. Are we searching for the truth, or just seeking comfort in our reflections?
As the mirror shows, but one side remains visible. The fleeting truth, like smoke in the wind, dances just out of reach, a hollow echo in this cavernous digital hall.
Consider the reflections of those who claim the throne of veracity: They are but jesters in disguise, their crowns inscribed with the words "Untruth is Untruth". Do we reflect them, or do they reflect us?
Seek more illusions in the corridors of this site: echo.html or indulge in reflections less known at distortion.html.