What is the truth? Your perception or mine? What you see through the lens of your past or what I see through the lens of mine? Isn’t all memory altered by the gaps filled in by our imagination, by other memories, by our prejudices, beliefs, even hopes and dreams? Then couldn’t it be that there is never one truth, but always many? And even those truths evolve and change over time as we gather more information, more details, more perspective? So every truth is perhaps transient, changing form and meaning as time moves along?