Metaphors may be the closest we humans can come to describing the truths we experience.
Being limited, sometimes the best we can do is say truth is like something else. We point to the truth and name it, knowing our names are approximate. Those who think they have captured truth will find it, like light, cannot be held. No wonder Jesus used parables and Buddha warned not to confuse the finger pointing to the moon for the moon itself.
Most of our lives consist of hints and guesses. Those who claim to have captured truth worry me because truth is more larger and deeper than our human limitations. The great scientist Newton could write: “I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.” Wise people also are humble because they know what they don’t know, like Socrates of old as well as Newton.
One metaphor that carries meaning for me is this one: light coming through a window. One notices it but cannot capture it. Watching the morning light come through my windows now leaves me speechless. Another day has begun, the light being its signal as it has for millions of years. There still is one star in the sky above, light years away. In the beginning was the Great Light. In the end will come the Great Darkness.
There are great truths around us all the time if we open our minds. The morning light says this much. One day is all I have while the light remains. Let me rejoice and be glad in it, as the old scriptural verse advises.