Truth is one of the most important things in life — truth matters — because without it, falsity reigns supreme in the dead mind. A mind of deception is in (and of) the cadaverous fallacious. So many separate groups and tribes of this little globe (and of so many similar, numerous globes) claim to bestow the truth to their members. Profound truth, however, does not belong to any tribe, or group, or leader, and cannot be told. Truth is too profound to be possessed by the indifferent masses; and the masses are often (externally and internally) in conflict — via their separative countries, borders, religions, leaders of friction, fears and perceptions involving distance from others — which is not truth. Profound truth exists beyond mere symbols, separations, tribes, and conflict. It cannot merely be handed over to another like a secondhand pair of pants. Truth is a beautiful blessing, a living dynamic which cannot be achieved by mere effort (like some kind of dead trophy). There are no steps to profound truth, for profound truth is not a dead, stagnant thing (like some static point on an inert map). It comes not to any unmoving (so-called) separate center or internal agency of manipulation. Truth’s beauty transcends space and time and mere sequential experience as patterns.