now there's a tricky thing to grab hold of. it's like a long-lost relative you daydream about every now and again. you can't wait for the reunion, but you might not even recognize her once she's sitting next to you at the dinner table. (yes, i think i just made truth a woman. if ships are feminine, why not justice or morality or truth?)
how terribly difficult it is to disentangle feelings from truth. often we think things are true because they feel good. this is not the right criteria, my friends.
pray that you have the wisdom to recognize it as such and the courage to follow through, wherever it leads you. (truth, that is.)