Truths are Myth

"All truths are myth(s)
All myths are false"

This is part of a poem that was a mantra for me growing up. The s I added.
Last night it occurred to me how confused my father was. Interesting that it made sense to me all these years. The idea of all of anything being one way is usually not the case. He said this stuff with such authority, and through repetition it just sank in. I think he thought he was being deep, dark, and existential, but now it just seems dumb and sad.
I cast the stone in cement this summer putting my mom's ashes with him, breaking his stone that was made in 95', and added it to the pile of stones and debris.