The difference between fiction and truth is that fiction makes sense. Truth is never what you expect it to be. It is not conceptually derived.
One of my teachers wisely cautioned me not to judge where the truth comes from. Anyone can awaken you. The teacher can appear at anytime in any guise. Most likely in a form that transcends ones bias. My teachers have appeared as children, beggars, the homeless and the mentally ill.
I have found beauty and truth in places of great poverty and despair. I have found grace in suffering. In every experience I have discovered liberation. Thus I have come to know that truth is ever present. It is inherent in human nature and experience.
Truth can arise in the heart of ignorance. Thus it is irrepressible, omnipotent and omnipresent. Even when knowledge dawns the longing for Truth remains.
Everything is a means to realization.
Abiding in this truth all experience has value, every moment enlightenment. At the height of human suffering it is Truth that liberates us. Allowing us to see and experience life as it Is without judgement, expectation or attachment. In this way we return to our natural state of being. Pure consciousness.
Truth is simple and pure, uncomplicated and real, illuminating and subtle. When the mind surrenders truth becomes self evident. With eyes to see and ears to hear the truth is revealed in the heart of the receptive.
What is truth?
How do I know when something is true?
Who can deliver the truth?
What is my relationship to truth?
What value does it have in my life?