"If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end: if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth - only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin with and, in the end, despair." -- C. S. Lewis, "Mere Christianity"
"Have fun" I yell from the front door as I bid farewell to a guest departing to engage in some everyday, mundane activity. Why? To where is my friend headed? To have fun of course. Yet, might not his fun quest of this afternoon lead to the dislodging of another's jaw by nightfall? Now where is my guest? He is now a guest in jail, in court, in personal turmoil.
But what if someone bid me "good passage" or "best of success on your quest for truth" -- now there's a mouthful. Yet how would this latter expression of hope shape the way I way I shave, drive, work, treat others, shop for canned tomatoes; what I read, or how I grow as an individual?
If truth first were to become my creed, would I even continue to expect comfort in the end; fun as the ultimate payoff? Would it result in someone else's or my own broken nose? Does my quest for truth benefit my personal account, regardless of the outcome for society or is it a gift of my unconditional love to others?
The quest for comfort in and of itself disappoints and the capitulation to mortal fear never fails to excite anxieties. So why confront the latter with the former? More importantly, why dance with either? Comforts and fears are temporary; Truth endures forever. I take comfort in that.