Are we blind to the brightest lights or are there variations in rays of truth?

certain things are obviously more appealing as truth to me, though truth may be apparent in even insignificant things to a wiser eye (a week of drawing with erasers). certain phrases stand out as more truthful than other statements; if Truth is Truth than it must be constant and unchanging not one thing this moment and another the next, nor one and another thing in the same moment. this leads me to say there are no variations of truth. the rareness of radiant bursts of truth may be due to the likeness of a mirror reflecting sunlight on objects, a small mirror allows only few things to be lit up. why am I so selective when the mirror's reflected rays don't choose which objects to illuminate? why then does my understanding only find truth in some things, if its present in all? would i be so overwhelmed by a pure light if i asked these angels to unblock my sight, that i would cease to exist, not even remaining as dust for tree roots and leaves? or can my eyes be pure enough, one day, my understanding be great enough, to see Truth as it is without any medium?