The Search

“Which truth is the most true!”, the largest giant floating head shouted once again. Martin couldn’t understand why the thing was shouting in the first place. The room, if it was a room, seemed to pick up sound quite well. Even the tiny puttering of his forty-three-year-old heart. He was impressed. Working as a sound engineer for most of his life, he’d never been in a place with acoustics so perfectly- “Which truth?! Answer!”, the closest head exclaimed, it’s eyes bulging slightly.