The Truth
Fuck the truth. I hate it. I am so fed up with the truth that I could puke. If somebody wants to tell me the truth, go tell it to the Marines. I’ve had it. I am now officially all lies all the time. Please, for God’s sake someone lie to me!
The truth. Give me a break. Like you even know what it is. Oh, I don’t mind a minor truth now and then, such as, “I ate eggs for breakfast,” though I’d rather hear what artistical yearnaments arose in your breast while you were masticating the eggs. More salt? It’s those truths that come out of books or someone’s mouth or specific societies that make me hurl and recoil. Hate to say it, but even a truth that emerged from measurement, experience, or sacred inner knowing is nothing to me but more goddamn truth. It’s your truth, you keep it.
What, is truth like some special jam you can spread wherever you want so everything is more to your taste? If there actually was some really really accurate final and ever-forever universal truth to be gleaned, don’t you think there might be at least some uniformity about what that was? Truth is fine, if there’s one person in the room. Get ten in there and you’re totally screwed, truth-wise.
If science is the truth, why are scientists continually wrangling like a gaggle of old ladies? If religion is the truth, why do religionists murder one another with such gay abandon? If politics is the truth…well, now I’m getting silly.
Face it, truth sucks.
Your big fat liar,
LWIII
Ah truth, yes. Or rather, no. Spent more than half my life looking for the t- to complete me. I figured I shouldn’t have far to go since I already had the Ruth part down pat. Turns out I wasn’t counting on having to decap the R – tRuth seems a bit egotistical for the one, the only truth (and a bit like spelling God with a g, sinwise).
Seriously, I’ve given up on truth, at least I’ve given up on the idea of a universal truth, and I have to say I feel a whole lot lighter for it. My truth is pretty fluid these days, now that I’m allowing myself to write it. Yup, truth is just another illusion.
So there you have it, the Gospel according to Ruth. No T-.
Hi,
I’ve reread your ‘The Truth’ and I feel a little sad. Not just for you, the whole situation i find myself in. Hope is Truth…isn’t it? My grandfather used to say “if truth be told” and I never thought till now that he told me anything but the truth whether he prefaced with “if truth be told” or not.
i believe the world of people believe their TRUTHS. Believing our truth and being truthful are not the same. i fail dismally when i attempt to be truthful with myself. i am on the other hand grateful to be me and grateful i have an opportunity to seek my truth. to explore and be free to express feelings and words. truth is love and life and worth striving for….
Rambling on a Friday night again. too touchy, feelly.
Mother Nature was venting her Truth tonight as the sky got black and wind and rain and hail pelted for the 3rd time this week. She’s a strong gal and a force to be reckoned with. i like women like that!
Good to hear from you and keep up the blogging…it’s never boring!!@?!…and thanks for the favour -spell check! it just doesn’t like Canadian
good night
Diane
Hey Diane, sorry to make you feel sad. I’ve been sad lately too, but have no intention to make others glum. And I don’t mean to take exception to your grandfather’s kind of truth, the kind where somebody just tells you what happened. The kind of truth I dislike is persuasive, the be like me or God will punish you kind of truth.
Thanks for being so touchy-feely, dear. I like you that way.
Hope may not be truth, but it is beauty.
Much love to you!
Aloha Ruth! This is a very exciting moment for me, my very first comment from someone I never heard of in my life. Wonderful that it’s from a fellow anti-truther. Or perhaps we might be called illusionarians. Mystery rules!
Goddess bless you,
III