Visions from the Mind

In Dickinson's poems, Truth seems to be more of a divine aspect; something that we all know, praise and worship, to the point where it is as powerful as the God(s). And because of that, it never really changes, it stays static throughout its entire existence.

In "I Know the Moon", the Truth revolves around what the individual believes it to be, a rather pragmatic approach if you would. Truth favors the side that believes in it the most, regardless of what ever that view may be.

For "Wolves in the Walls", Truth seems to be universal, that its common knowledge that everyone knows the answer to. When asked what it means when 'The wolves come out of the walls', its simply assumed that you're to know it, and that "it's all over". Of course, it's never defined what 'All over' refers to, so the truth is also Vague in this text.

Coming to O'Brian's war stories, the truth looks like some sort of distorted, hypocritical entity that just wants to be alone. It's a kind of truth that you wouldn't really try to find out anyways.


And these all blend into some sort of odd moral, which I guess could show how twisted and general the truth really is. Because from looking at all of these Truth itself appears as some sort of general statement that trys to blanket whatever Truth itself is being pulled over.