the man with no legs sitting

How can we know The Truth if we constantly overlay It with our concepts, our verbiage? Is The Truth nothing more than the extent of one's vocabulary; the richer the vocabulary, the more profound The Truth? And in many, perhaps most cases, the vocabulary that one learned from others early on?

Each person feels s/he knows, thinks s/he knows The Truth.

Folk walk around acting as if The Truth is known.

I imagine there are some who feel/think that someone knows The Truth (perhaps a priest, a president, or the man with no legs sitting in the doorway) and therefore all is well; a burden is relieved.

I fall into The Trap Of Interpretation like everyone else. It seems to me that The Truth comes from inside out. The Truth emerges, is emerging, is always and continuously emerging. From in to out. The Truth is this Life Force expanding. All else is Made Up.

Seems to me that the Life Force Expanding interpretation has at least one advantage over the more Monocentric Closed System interpretations (all the ism's and ity's): it is Inclusive -- ain't nobody or nothing shut out.