Many years ago, as I walked along the Path, I stumbled over some truth. I was happy to see it, though not surprised, for it was what I was searching for.
I picked it up, put it in my pocket, and walked along, whistling a happy tune.
Now, many years later, and miles down the road, I pulled the truth back out, to admire it once again.
Upon my examination, I was surprised to find that the truth had lost its meaning. It no longer made sense, or had significance.
I considered tossing the truth aside, but instead, I sighed, shrugged my shoulders, and redeposited the truth into my pocket. After all, I reasoned, if it was true once, it must still be true today. And even if not, maybe it will be true again.
So with truth confidently in my pocket, I carried on, whistling a happy tune.
