Truth is an ideal. Like beauty, or platonic forms.

It is like the eye of the storm, or the horizon. A locus of the dynamics and perspective.

The problem is when we assume ideals to be absolutes. Like a monotheistic god. The "all-knowing absolute"

Ideals are not absolutes.

Th universal is the elemental, so a spiritual absolute would be the essence of sentience, from which we rise, not an ideal of wisdom and judgement, from which we fell.

The light shining through the film, going pas to future, than the stories playing out on it, as the frame go future to past.

Much as consciousness goes past to future, while the perceptions, emotions and thoughts giving it form and structure go future to past.

Ideals are the points of light between the absolute and the infinite. They can only be admired in context, or it's whiteout.