Layers, webs, nets - all tight and densely woven - surround a seed. Peel away, untangle, unravel - do what you must to get to it. Take a close look, unhurried and objective. You will not find a truth, you will find a belief. A belief that took seed next to a truth.
Problem is, the truth was a raindrop. It glistened and fell and made something dry, wet. That is all.
The belief was a storm - an epic storm. It downed lines and flooded basements and ripped tiles off roofs.
Do you know what you did? You took shelter - lifetimes of shelter - from a storm that was only one raindrop.
It is still there, you can see it, still just a raindrop. Wipe it with your finger, bring it to your mouth. It will taste clean as you swallow the storm whole.