What is truth?

You meet a person.
Immediately, you are drawn to that person and want to be close to that person.
Time passes and the lustre begins to fade.
Eventually, it is clear the attraction has turned to revulsion.

A friend talks you into hearing a favorite song.
Reluctantly you endure, rejecting all but the catchy bridge.
Privately you listen once again, discovering a brilliant bass line.
Another hearing uncovers a moving guitar solo and background vocal.
Before long, the song becomes for you, a winner.

What happened in the two examples above?
Time elapsed.
The image evolved.
A clearer picture developed.

Did truth change?
Or is truth fixed and immutable, only allowing us to see tiny bits of itself?
Or is it something else altogether?

The stimulus which confronts our senses is often perceived as truth.
If we can taste it, see it, hear it, smell it or feel it, it must be true.

Pontius Pilate once asked the question “what is truth?”
Was it simply a rhetorical question or a serious inquiry, considering his company?

Through the ages, the concept of truth has been praised, preached, defended and died for.
Such a valiant and valued entity should at least be defined.

So now, with only a smidgen of playful intent, I ask you:
what is truth?