I have a friend who believes the central axiom of the universe, of life, of existence, is truth. In this interpretation, the universe is a vessel for the realization and actualization of truth. And life ought to be an adherence to that truth. He refers to this truth not solely as a concept but as a being, or perhaps more precisely, as an I AM. Not in the sense of the Christian God, but in the sense of being, of self-evidence and self-existence, of something that couldn't conceivably not be. Alignment with this truth is, therefore, its own form of eternity and infinity and bliss. A vague knowledge of the Hindu entity Brahman leads me to believe this friend would have done well as a Hindu philosopher. Many of his intimations, on this subject at least, trace the edges of the edgeless Brahman. To me, Brahman seems more philosophical than metaphysical. It's a commentary on the universe and those who live in it. A belief that we are, somehow, all unique aspects of the same unity, and that if we looked past the inaccuracies, through the distortions, truth and beauty and goodness and bliss would underlie us all. Different weavings of the same thread. One day, I will be joined with this truth. And I will realize we were never truly apart.