“Concentration, cessation from sense-objects, rites, etc., are its legs: the Vedas are all its limbs: truth is its abode.” (Kena Up. IV.8)
The murk of rationalisation that clouds the truth is seen for what it is when we apply the single pointed instrument of concentration. What flashes on that inward eye is the tawdry nature of our desires. The useful question - what do you want, really; is that it? is like the handy branch from our firewood basket that we use to gather together the embers and is then thrown on the flames. We can’t be given the truth, we have to establish it by elimination.
“Satya (truth) means freedom from deceit and crookedness in speech, mind, and body; for knowledge abides in those who are free from deceit and who are holy, and not in those who are devilish by nature and are deceitful, as the Vedic text says, “those in whom there is no insincerity, falsehood, and deceit” (Prasna Up. I.16) Therefore Satya (truth) is imagined as the abode. Although by implication, truth has already been mentioned as legs, along with concentration etc., still its allusion again as the abode is for indicating that as a means (for the acquisition of knowledge) it excels others, as the Smrti says. “ A thousand horse sacrifices and truth are weighed in a balance: and one truth outweighs a thousand horse sacrifices” (Vishnu Smrti. 8)”(Shankaracarya's commentary)
Novels can be true to life or true in the life of their writers if they are honest and undiverted by the fame of a successful formula. You could say that they are true if they approximate a scryed dream where chaos is given a shape and can live free of the individual dreamer. Great novels are always about to become formless reservoirs of dark energy.
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