A sharp turn on the road, and I lose sight of you.
I’ve never liked your ways of manipulating visibility. You appear, disappear and reappear at will. The manner and mode can change. It leaves so much open to interpretation. Do I need to travel to find you at some other turn? And succeed only if you’ve not changed color, shape and form.
Magical, yes. Actually much more than that. Your name suggests that you should always be transparent, above board. Fingers of accusation or suspicion cannot be raised on you.
Maybe, you are not at fault. Maybe, someone else twists you out of shape.
But aren’t you supposed to stand for yourself, to facilitate things for others?
Your name is Truth. You are nothing less than the ultimate.