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You don't have to believe me. It's all right if you don't. The beauty of the truth is that it need not be proclaimed or believed. It skips from soul to soul, changing form each time it touches, but it is what it is, I have seen it, and someday you will, too. He
by Mark Helprin
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The quote suggests that belief in truth is not a requirement for its existence. Truth has an intrinsic beauty that can exist independently of recognition or validation from others. It travels between people, adapting its form with each new encounter, yet maintaining its essence. This indicates that truth is subjective and personal, experienced in unique ways by each individual.

Furthermore, the speaker expresses confidence in the inevitability of discovering this truth, implying that everyone will eventually come to recognize it, even if they don't see it at the moment. This notion of truth transcends personal belief, hinting at its universal significance and timeless presence.

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