Nietzsche wrote, ‘There are not any info, solely interpretations.’ What we name ‘fact’, he argued, emerges from our vantage level, our tradition and our wishes; it serves the highly effective, comforts the devoted, and shifts with historical past and perspective. In Nietzsche’s world, fact had no heaven; it lived amongst shifting sands, moulded by notion and circumstance – not revealed from above however constructed from beneath.
A Zen anecdote gently reveals this paradox. A younger man strolling by a forest reaches a river that bars his approach. Throughout the water, on the opposite shore, he sees an elder on horseback and calls out, ‘How do I get to the opposite facet?’ The elder seems alongside the river, up and down, pauses, and replies, ‘My son, you’re already on the opposite facet.’ In trendy life, we stand at many riverbanks – between the Absolute and relative, between cosmic order and human expertise. We cross forwards and backwards.
Indic sages could have been proper that fact alone triumphs – but, our path to it unfolds by numerous rivers. Between the radiance of Satyameva Jayate and relativity of Nietzsche flows the river of our age – knowledge could lie not in selecting a shore however in studying to maneuver with consciousness.
