Shadow and Truth

Someone might suggest that truth is a representation of things as they are.  Sure, someone else might say, that statement might very well hold some element of truth.  Someone else might ask where then, do shadows begin and end - some trick of light, a play of sight, a toying of thought, ways that we carry our understandings across stretches of our many questions of what is what, wondering if truth is within the holding of so many varieties and flavors of the day's offerings of senses of solidity as we sense our passing upon things of what we like to call a physical sort of reality, even as we feel that whisper of shadow within a breath's moment of being so close as to become part of that breath, but don't let it fool you, don't let it take you too far away if what keeps your mind quiet is the moment, not the shadow?