As much of truth as you can bear, which might not be very much at all. A feinting game in which you hope to back into truth by cutting the ground of illusions out from under your feet, but if you can't look at where you are going you don't know when you change course, and you change course all the time. It's not the truth you hope to know, but the one you are, a voice in the chorus, out of key from the start, persistent in your folly, daring to be revealed, praying to be revealed at last.