Hermione sat down at her table in the library and took up her quill to write her History of Magic essay.
What is truth? Who really knows? If one was to go and ask their friend what truth was, their friend would hand one's self a dictionary. But that's our definition. The human race's definition.
But what is truth? It has no natural definition. When "truth" came, "lies" came with it. Not honesty came first. Truth and lies came hand in hand. It's like asking, "What came first, the phoenix or the flame?" The answer is "The circle has no beginning." But, truth is a word. Just like honesty or lie or false.
Asking what truth is, is like asking what's "right" and what's "wrong". They are just words. Even the idea is of human design. So what is truth?
Truth is like beauty. It the eye of the beholder. That is truth. It depends on who it is that is questioning it. So, for me, truth is what you think or feel or do. It's saying what you actually did or thought. It's about telling your feelings.
And truth, when people know what it is for them, is still hard to find. Because people want to move up more than they want to be honest.
Hermione looked contentedly at her finished essay before putting it in her bag.