a question of honesty these he said are the facts laid out just so chronologically because you know how much i like order as if regimentation makes all irrefutable precision suggesting sequence and not cold calculation - i don’t believe you and why is that - my truth is different and so he takes away his words deconstructs them to see how they measure up whether they resonate as they should holds them up to the light checks for flaws as he would a precious gem or perhaps a crack in a cheap ikea glass do they hold truth in the same way a glass should hold water then with a little shuffling he re-presents them flexing a little adding nuance the benefit of looking at things slant these are still the facts - and this is still my truth are you calling me a liar and he wonders about the nature of lies how words can be manipulated the same words in a different order become something else another story facts stripped back to skeleton thigh bone no longer connected to hip bone or to any other bone come to that encased in glass cracked or otherwise as if it were a relic partly fractured dug-up by a student archaeologist on a field trip this bone will become precious one day the truth is always precious - but that is not my truth and therefore it is a lie facts evaporate under a microscope if its lenses are looked through with the eye that’s always closed
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I like the last lines very much.
The alternative to 'truth 'is not 'lies' but difference. binaries all too readily become polemical.
On a different subject ,your offer to 'showcase' subscribers' work is very generous. I'm interested.
True, in the same way that utopia cannot exist outside a philosophic theory. My utopia isn't your utopia. Your utopia isn't mine.