All of these stories revolve around the idea that the truth is subjective, but they each present the idea in different ways. Anderson uses the simplest imagery, using the moon as a direct metaphor for the truth; even though what they are seeing is the same moon, the animals and the man of science all interpret the moon as something meaningful to them. O'Brian takes a similar approach, but his interpretation is more negative; each time his story tells the same morbid event, but each time he interprets the story as something totally different, highlighting how the same truth is deciphered differently according to the listening. However, as many times as it is told, the truth still remains that a real guy was blown to bits by a real bomb in a real war. Gaiman's story is an interesting example showing how the truth is much more complicated than we want to admit. The wolves in the wall are almost like the disturbing complicated questions we don't want to answer. But as much as we try to deflect the question, the answer is still there, scratching away at the insulation. Emily Dickinson seems to take a different view on the truth. Her writings describe the truth almost the same way that Plato does; almost too strong to taste, but stalwart and unwavering nonetheless. Like Plato, she almost humbles herself to the fact that understanding the truth is not as easy as opening a box and looking inside, but at the same time, she is willing to explore her understanding of the truth in the way she knows best, which has resulted in some beautiful poetry. Even though the stark uniformity of our tangible universe does suggest at a single boring "truth", all of these authors explore truth as a subjective multi-layered entity.