Just look at your definitions and you will find you have been paraphrasing. But how can paraphrasing define anything? The second thing that you think is the definition, in its own turn needs another definition. Definitions are either tautologies or just stupid.
For example, ask what the mind is and the knowers, the knowledgeable, say, “It is not matter.” And then ask them, “What is matter?” And they say, “It is not mind.” What kind of defining is going on? Mind is not matter; this becomes a definition. Matter is not mind; this becomes a definition. Both remain indefinable; you have not defined anything, you have simply shifted the problem from one place to another. You can befool only fools.
And the truth means the whole: all that is, the total. All that is – how can you define it? It is unbounded, infinite. Definition means drawing a line around it, locating it, saying, “This is it.” But there is no way to define truth, because there is no way to draw a line around it. It is infinite, it is eternal, it has no beginning, no end.
People who have tried to define truth say, “Truth is that which is.” But that is tautology. The question remains the same, the mystery remains unsolved. “Truth is that which is” – what have you added? Have you made it a little simpler than before? You can call it “that which is” or you can call it truth, or you can call it God, but you are simply using names, words, labels, for something which is basically indefinable.
Truth cannot be defined, although it can certainly be experienced. But experience is not a definition. A definition is made by the mind, experience comes through participating. If somebody asks, “What is a dance?” how can you define it? But you can dance and you can know the inner feel of it.
Godliness is the ultimate dance. You will have to learn ecstatic dancing to experience godliness. Godliness is the dance where the dancer disappears. Then the experience arrives, showers on you, and you know. But that knowing is not knowledge, that knowing is wisdom.
Truth cannot be defined. Lao Tzu says if you define it you have already made it untrue. He lived a long life; it must have been really long because the story is that for eighty-two years he lived in his mother’s womb, so when he was born he was already eighty-two years old. Then if he lived for at least eighty-two more years, he must have lived very long. But he never wrote a single word.
His whole life his disciples were again and again asking, requesting, “Write something. You are getting older and older and older, and one day you will have to leave the body. Leave your last testament.” But he would laugh and not say a thing, or he would keep silent as if he had not heard.