What is truth? Or rather, what is the effect of truth? It seems be the destruction and shattering of the illusion upon which one clings to for slothful security. We all seem to have an uncanny knack of convincing ourselves, through self imposed sophistry, that a lie can be justifiable if meets the end, that end being whatever it is that suits our fancy, or shallow desire of that moment. Am I satisfied with the rhetoric that is shared with me? Do I grant every assertion made without testing them? Do I ask for evidence, proof, or demonstration of what I am regurgitating or projecting to others?
Why do I not do these things? The answer seems to be corollary to comfort. I am comfortable now. To make waves is to make things inconvenient for me later. To shatter the idol would be to initiate, and demand, a greater scrutiny of myself to determine whether or not I actually live for the truth.
The truth is exorcistic. Why wouldn’t it be? God cannot contradict himself, and our reasoning can employed to investigate this. So let us speak with precision, investigate and challenge the status quo, overtly affirm the truth, and be intolerant of lies and sophistry.
EAR