What is truth.

I have spoken many words these past couple of years, these past couple of weeks. Spouted words of wisdom, of experience. Searched strange paths, traced lines that lead to both the known and unknown. Asked questions. Heard silence and answers. Tried to sort truth from lies and fantasy.
I have heard many words during that time. Some I know as truth as I cannot deny the integrity of their source. As for others? How can they deny that there is no deception in their words to me when often there is deception in the words they tell themselves? But it is of little matter in general terms. For there is only one who has the ability to truly hurt me and in his love for me he will not. Not unless I make him. Others like the son of Adam only have that power due to my own stupidity.

The son of Adam has no reason to give you hurt.

So you say Lucifer, but what guarantee is there in the long term? There is no commitment, not like that of the one. There is no reason, no expectation, no sense. Nor do I expect, or really want, any. Though that is the decision of today, and I am tired. Tomorrow it may be different.
But I do know this. Of all the words that I have heard from him, there is only that once that I truly believe I heard truth.

You saw it with your own eyes?

No. For vision can give deception, ask any magician. And too often our interpretation depends on our point of view. Much like our concept of truth. This was in answer to a question. A question that had been asked before that I still need some understanding on. But this time wine had been drunk, talk had been long, wounds were still raw and bleeding. This time the question cut and for the first time ever I believe the barriers came down and an answer came from the heart. And where else can you find truth?

Where else indeed?