I am fleshy and I worry that I am leading the us there is between you and I astray. Too close to the sun, we end up like Icarus, but we'd never know it because we'd never smell the burning feathers. Let us today raise a juxtaposition - I think I have the correct word - let it be like a Standing Stone. Truths and Bridle Makers dance around this standing stone.
Here Truth is a simple feeling of hope, a glimmer, fleeting glimpses of the Ideal form, faith enough to believe without dying from irony.
The other side of our standing Stone we might remember one of the debaters in Plato's Dialogue where Socrates questioned Parmemides, a debater who prior to engaging in the discussions had been giving an opinion on brass bridles to a Bridle Maker.
This Fifth Century BC Bridle Maker might not have been a man of liesure engaged in the greatest happiness, but at the same time in this century Bridles made of something lead the subjective world we live in.
Can we give the meanings in bridle as it dances around the promise of Truth to the word objective, or must that always be a matter of faith in a myth.
Plato saw three levels of reality using the bridle as his example:
1) The eternal, perfect concept existing in the realm of pure Truth.
2) The practical craftsman who forge the brass or leather, working in the material world to give shape to an idea.
3) The actual user who grips the reins, whose lived experience determines whether the bridle actually works in steering a living beast.
Socrates for his part asked questions. He never compromised. When the voice in his head said: "No!" He said no.