TRUTH

Truth is obviously the secret ingredient of eloquence and of virtue, the basis of moral authority, the highest summit of art and of life. These words cry out for two clarifying examples.

A mother of four who works full time hires a "family coach" to help her organize her life. She worries about the nutrition in ‘fast food’ meals served to her ‘family.’ She rises at dawn for her workouts.

I visit a modern art museum, not a small enclave where unintelligible representations of squiggly lines in a mishmosh of colors occupy framed spaces on the walls. I immerse myself in a cheery space with uplifting, representational displays of art. Creative logos and images adorn bottle after bottle of nutritional spirits arranged appealingly on shelves. What to choose? Labels shout of fruits, berries, animals, trees, symbols and romance in hues and words, each artistic message clear, not subliminal.

I bought a work of art to hang one on in testament to the loss of truth, to the fact that the busy, working self-absorbed, hedonistic modern mother is - sadly - completely nuts and engaged in a life of lies.