What is Truth?
On my day off, I finished The Da Vinci Code. This makes one of the oddest day-offs I’ve ever had.
For those of you who have been living underground, The Da Vinci Code tells the story of a murdered museum curator who kept a deadly secret. In the last few minutes of his life, he managed to leave clues as to why he was killed and who could have possibly killed him.
He took of his clothes, drew a cricle around him, and with the blood pouring out of his stomach (someone shot him), he drew a five-pointed star, and then posed flat on his back with his arms and legs apart — as Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man.
I will not tell the rest of the story. Read the book.
Bottomline is, the “secret” in the book rocked my world the same way it has rocked every Christian/Catholic person in the earth. What bothers me is not so much as the “lies” which the book claims have been perpetuated by political men for centuries — but one line in the book which I have agreed with for so long. “History is but a fable agreed upon.” Truth is relative.
Having been brought up in a Catholic home, the Bible has always been thought of as the most sacred object inside the house. But has anybody ever wondered who wrote it? Edited it? Two thousand years of history congested in a 2000-paged book? The same way a book, if made into a movie, will leave out a lot of pertinent details, so will history be edited out when outlined in a book.
A person or a group of persons — which is as good as one person anyway because they will more likely agree upon each other — wrote this book, The Bible. Unless we see Christ’s thumbmark, or his signature which says “To Petra, Keep on Reading! Love, J.C.” at the front of the book, how are we to know that The Bible has clearly documented everything about Christ’s life? What is Truth?
I checked out the priests’ response to the Da Vinci Code and as always they’ve disappointed me. “Leave it to faith”. “The human mind can never fathom the reasons of God”. Right. The same way my human mind cannot fathom why we have to pay taxes and you holy men don’t.
But then again, my faith is not shattered — faith in God, that is. My faith on the Catholic Church has long gone. My faith in a God that does not persecute me for my womanhood, my faith in God for sending to this earth a Savior who is much like me only better so that I will listen to him because I can relate to him, and my faith in knowing that I’m not all bad — all this were affirmed by a fictional book.
A fictional book which has now been made to a movie that the MTRCB might ban. See? History is just like any newspaper — there are editors and there are repeat stories.
