Peeling the Layers Off a Nonthought

I peel off layers of thought, looking for the nonthought in the core. I look for truth hidden beneath the coats of consciouness, that purest of ideas to be uncovered from the taints of lies and pains and hurts and aches and bigotry and compromise. A nonthought free, the whole truth and nothing but the barest truth.

Alas, I take off each layer and reveal -- I have peeled the truth like an onion and am left with totally nothing.

Where did truth hide? How did it escape from the layers of processed thought?

I tried to look for truth but I have set it free instead.