The Truth Serum

What if the Truth was like a tiny speck of sand? A speck that has been washed and weighted, polished, smoothened and curbed into one shiny point, the Universal Truth. What if we could take this grain of sand and collect it into a book? We would treasure the book like our own life. We would lock it with the purpose of our mind. And when we carved the thruth we would open it up and let the grains wash over us. We would soak ourselves in its depth and bask in its radiance. But the book is flawed. We can take more truth from it than we have earned. And soon we would be turning empty pages. Thus the search begins. The search for the truth; the truth we carve; the truth that has the only meaningful value in an otherwise meaningless world. The search continues, it goes on and on. In this search for the ultimate truth everything is allowed. We learn to lie and cheat in hope of progress. We see no success, no breakthrough of any kind. We 're flooded by substitute truth, made up truth, whose only purpose is to sooth us and lull us. Absolute truth loses its meaning. There is no absolute truth, only greater and lesser truth. We 've lost our standards, we 've lost our talent to distinguish what's real from what is deception. We no longer know the difference between the right truth and the wrong truth. All we care for is truth in any form and any guise; corrupted, filthy truth, we want it all, need it all. So this truth can make us free, like any other truth. Maybe this substitute thuth suffice?Maybe....

But then we become enslaved to this freedom, then it is freedom no longer. It is the worst kind of prison. A prison with no walls and no chains. We cannot break free for we cannot see what bind us. We talk of freedom like it was something to hope for. I hope real freedom never finds us, because we wouldn't know what to do with it. Yet we continue the search, for the searching has become a way of life for us. We know no other. It is what we've become. Let us only hope the search never ends, that the Absolute Truth stays hidden forever. For if the search ends, we end.Then we become nothing more than dust, specks of sand on the shore of universal lie. And maybe, just maybe this has already happened.


From Eve Online Chronicles - http://www.eveonline.com/background/potw/default.asp?cid=apr04