I have to laugh, uproariously, at so called “truth tellers.” Those who have the final say on what is true because what is true is quite often extremely uncomfortable and quite often world ending. If we actually know what goverments have done to thwart other governments the nukes would fly. If we knew what some neighbors did the same result might take place and Lord knows there are some truths we don’t want others to know about us!
All because we learned to lie, cheat, steal, and injure. Well, Tom in Denmark says, it comes with the territory. No, says Frederick in Istanbul, that territory belongs to me! What bunk.
I have been told that there is only one truth and that truth is Gods and it is just a fingers length farther away from our mental capacity to understand fully. Whether this be true or no is not for me to say. I tend to think it might be, given the dumb messes we are constantly making for ourselves on a world-wide basis and a nuclear scale. I always come back to nukes it seems. I could speak of Hell and the devil but nukes encompasses asininity just fine in my book. Then again there use to be Sunday picnics on the river in shaded groves and great laughter. Or shopping in stores you had to drive a ways to get to. Adventures of space in confined yet reachable distance. No computer screens and damned sure no smart phones for smart people. Dichotomy writ large, eh?
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