This is a photo of the frozen river in front of my house today. It’s a bright day.

There are many degrees of white.

If it was overcast and someone asked me what the color #1 was, I would have said white. If it was a bright day and there were no snowmobile trails nor shadows, like #2, I would have said white. If the river was covered in trails and someone asked me what the #3 color was, I’d say white. If there was no river and someone asked me what color #4 was I would have said white.

There are many degrees of white.

If someone asked me 30 years ago if I knew the truth, I probably would have said yes. If someone asked me 20 years ago, after I’d matured some, if I knew the truth, I would have said yes. If someone asked me 10 years ago, after I’d matured some more, if I knew the truth, I would have said I think I knew more than 10 or 20 years ago, but I think I’m closer. If someone should ask me now if I know the truth, I would ask them what they mean. Even though what I see as truth is brighter to me now, I bet in 10 years it will dim in comparison to what I know then.

The brightest and clearest is the brightest and clearest until something brighter and clearer presents itself.