Give me your hands, if we be friends.

Greetings weary traveler, welcome to Aletheia.

"What is Aletheia?" you might ask.

It is quite simple, yet we seem to make it complex. It is something we are all searching for, but can't always recognize. However, it desires to be found. It is constant. It is divine. It could change your life if you've stumbled upon it. Perhaps it could change your eternity if you allowed it to. Perhaps it already has.

Aletheia means truth.

Truth isn't necessarily what we think it is. Truth isn't making yourself believe something and convincing others to follow. It isn't winning an argument or debate. It isn't the absence or presence of something or someone.

It simply is.

I'm not starting this blog to be convincing, but to share of my journey through the mysterious land of Aletheia and phos, which means light. Truth and light.

Aletheia whispers of secrets waiting to be discovered...wonderments in essence magical and inviting. Tales of a childhood thought to be fable, but you may find that they are very much real. It is all but a dance through life and its meaning. It is a dance through beauty.

So as Puck would say in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, "Give me your hands, if we be friends" and we shall travel through the kingdom of Aletheia kai to phos together. I look forward to our journey.