Thursday, July 10, 2008

A conversation with Grandpa

My grandparents had a dear friend who died many years ago. He was a white-haired sculptor who lived in a tiny studio which smelt of wood shavings and old age. Before he died, he requested that his tombstone be engraved with the following words: “The bitterest truth is better than the sweetest lie.” My grandfather has outlived his dear friend by many years, and he likes to ask me: “So...El....tell me....what is this thing called truth? Does it really exist?” I answer that some truths are open to debate, but others are irrefutable. I make my grandfather laugh.

5 comments:

Esti said...

If i was asked i would answer: do you mean my truth or your truth?
I like your stories

laura said...

Your grandfather sounds lovely.

bluemountainsmary said...

Truth is a fluid thing depending on who is speaking.

I myself find it impossible to lie.

RW said...

whoa.
that is rather BIG topic.
what is truth?

Anna said...

When looking up the word "irrefutable" one has best look up refutable, since so many, many words begin with irr-, and then reverse the meaning.
That's what I did.