The feeling that truth generates moves from one piece of information to another over the course of events that uncovers even more revelations. When a piece of knowledge is worshipped, cherished, or deemed sacred or important for any reason, regardless of whether it bears fact or not, it has a tendency to transform into what we know as truth. Therefore, my truth is never fixated on any single piece of knowledge. It’s not found within the set-in-stone fact anymore, as an old truth with barely any sensory value left. Rather, if anything, I observe life through a network of filters primed to locate even more sensory value, thus keeping my truth at a premium.