Truth , strong and burley, was waiting at the bus stop in the bitter cold, with not even a hat to cover his oversized head. He is a bit mysterious. Some people claim he is everywhere, others say he is nowhere to be found, and still others reason he is just too hard to know.   But there he was, with all his chutzpah, out in the open, standing at the bus stop, just like a regular Joe.      Like any bus stop, the regulars were all there. There was the old woman who openly shied away from him, fearing his power to hurt, she silently reminded herself “it is better to say nothing at all, than to let Truth hurt me. And so, she confidently kept her distance and her silence.   The littlest traveler was four and this morning he was quizzically receiving the strong gaze of disapproval on his mother’s face as he ran right up to Truth and boldly demanded some of the candy he was eating. Truth’s good friend was there too, but she was so intent on finishing the chap...