Truth is simple, it has no clothes, no boundaries to define it. But we cannot grasp the immaculately simple. We cannot perceive truth without clothing.
So Truth dresses up for us, in a story, in sage advice, in a blueprint of the cosmos.
And then, before we can imagine that we have grasped Truth, it switches clothes. It tells us another story — one irresolvable with the first; new advice — different, contradictory; another model of how things are — in which each thing has changed its place.
The fool is confused, he says, “Truth has lied!”
Reb Schneerson
white pebble 