that as an armchair epistemologist I’m not a believer in truth anyway.
But the thing about truth (small ‘t’ maybe, because of course there is no big ‘T’ truth) is that its edges are frayed. It’s not clear where (temporally, spatially, conceptually) it begins or began and where it ends or will end.
It’s an intuitive state, it really does ultimately have to be conceptually constructed within an “I know it when I see it” trope, because once anyone begins to theorize it, it all falls apart into contradiction and relativity.
I say this not because it’s world shattering, but because it’s apropos of this month and this weekend. Everybody I know who reads this: I’ve meant everything I said, and it has been truthful. My apologies for not having at instant command the long army of qualifiers that I really need to deploy in order to make these truths battle-hardened and impenetrable.