The Final Truth common to one and all is that everyone will die. But I don't think that's what you want.

You know folks, you can think the truth is going to be a grand and wonderful thing, but I'm thinking it's going to be a matter of getting down and dirty with the crap of whatever happened to you in a time period you can barely recall. It could have been a few really bad months that put you where you are today, and you couldn't make sense of it then, and so you can't make sense of it now. The trick is figuring out what was recorded in that brain that makes you think what you think NOW. Throw in the feelings of a child unable to form a comprehensible sentence, emotions that are next to barbaric and animalistic in their nature, and you have chaos at its inception.