A though responding to reading the introduction to Cixous, H. 1993. "Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing."

Cixous, H. 1993. "Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing." Columbia university press. New York.

The concept of truth keeps raising its head. What is truth? The reality of the truth that people strive towards but seemingly never get any closer to is a constantly fluctuating thing. Whether it be science, philosophy, art or whatever, the 'truth' is illusive and phantom like. We get close to it a times but it is as if in the process of reaching for the truth it slips further away, but it suggest to me that there is no truth, it is a phantom, within quantum theory the uncertainty principle tell us that it is impossible to describe a thing in totality. So we are in essence fundamentally unable to achieve the truth. The universe is impossibly complex physically and metaphysically for the finite existence of our human race to understand, for if we are to understand our existence we must also fully understand the universe. So we are limited to our contributions, in the knowledge that these contributions will be potentially fruitless in resolving the absolute truth but in relation to the whispers that the truth gives within our time, we may be able to add to or subtract from the structure of knowledge that best explains those current whispers.