“There are three types of truth.”
He starts writing them on the blackboard.
“Firstly, truth based on a proof.”
There is silence, except for the tapping and zishing from his sharp, precise chalk strokes. Writing at near talking speed, he’s stretching and straining, breathing heavily between words.
”Secondly, truth based on an observation. And thirdly..,” he turns to face us with that impish smile, which, as intended, triggers groans of boredom, “truth, based on a leap of faith!”
Oh, wow! It’s so simple. This pretty much covers everything, I mean, could there ever be any more said about the way we view the world?