Truth is naught: unreal.
Truth is singular: unqualified existence; God.
Truth is dual: immobile, abstract absolutes and their fleet, perishable, yin-yang manifestations.
Truth is triple, quadruple, endless: the heart breaks over new syntheses.
Truth is an art form ... all art forms. Truth is playful poetry, joyous ecstasy.
Truth is simplicity; one heart to another. Truth is love.