Words are half-truths.
Because words can never fully convey
the depth of what it is you feel.
Of what it is you experience,
endure, cherish, and treasure.
What is the consequence of such a realisation,
on the weakness of the language we so steep ourselves in?
Everything we say is a lie.
How so? Are not words at the very least half truths?
The essence of human understanding is to be brought up
on the existence of whole truths. That whole truths are
what define our comprehension of our surroundings.
Because the natural, indeed primal, reaction
we are to give to anything that does not constitute
something we wholly understand, is almost always instantly fear.
We fear the barely understood paranormal.
We fear undocumented 'regimes' and their WMD's (or lack thereof).
We fear ideologies we do not understand,
or political concepts we cannot grasp.
We fear the weird, the strange, the unique,
and the different. We fear change.
Because we do not understand.
Because all that we know of
what is not our own, are half truths.
Anything less than absolute truth,
we treat as a lie. Is it not a pillar
of judicial practice to swear
to tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?
Our courtrooms cannot accept half truths.
Our juries, our judges, and our executioners,
cannot accept half truths.
Why then, do we not fear
the spoken and written word?
Why do we not fear language?
Anyone who has been passionate
about anything, be it a burning love,
or a cold, self-consuming hate,
will understand what it is like
to be chained by words,
to be held back from expressing
how they truly feel and wish to convey.
Because they know, as do I,
as do many others, I suspect,
that words, are half truths.
Can you fully comprehend,
experience, and delve into
what it means to say I Love You?
Or to see it written out to you?
Can you ever fully picture
what must have gone
through someone's heart, and soul,
as they uttered or penned those words?
No, you can't. For we are crippled
by our own ways of communication.
We are steeped in lies. These lies are words.
By right then, you should feel fear,
when someone utters the words I Love You.
You should be afraid,
when someone tells you
what they claim to be the truth.
For everything that is ever said, or spoken, is a lie.
Everything I tell you is a lie.
Because words can never fully convey
the depth of what it is you feel.
Of what it is you experience,
endure, cherish, and treasure.
What is the consequence of such a realisation,
on the weakness of the language we so steep ourselves in?
Everything we say is a lie.
How so? Are not words at the very least half truths?
The essence of human understanding is to be brought up
on the existence of whole truths. That whole truths are
what define our comprehension of our surroundings.
Because the natural, indeed primal, reaction
we are to give to anything that does not constitute
something we wholly understand, is almost always instantly fear.
We fear the barely understood paranormal.
We fear undocumented 'regimes' and their WMD's (or lack thereof).
We fear ideologies we do not understand,
or political concepts we cannot grasp.
We fear the weird, the strange, the unique,
and the different. We fear change.
Because we do not understand.
Because all that we know of
what is not our own, are half truths.
Anything less than absolute truth,
we treat as a lie. Is it not a pillar
of judicial practice to swear
to tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?
Our courtrooms cannot accept half truths.
Our juries, our judges, and our executioners,
cannot accept half truths.
Why then, do we not fear
the spoken and written word?
Why do we not fear language?
Anyone who has been passionate
about anything, be it a burning love,
or a cold, self-consuming hate,
will understand what it is like
to be chained by words,
to be held back from expressing
how they truly feel and wish to convey.
Because they know, as do I,
as do many others, I suspect,
that words, are half truths.
Can you fully comprehend,
experience, and delve into
what it means to say I Love You?
Or to see it written out to you?
Can you ever fully picture
what must have gone
through someone's heart, and soul,
as they uttered or penned those words?
No, you can't. For we are crippled
by our own ways of communication.
We are steeped in lies. These lies are words.
By right then, you should feel fear,
when someone utters the words I Love You.
You should be afraid,
when someone tells you
what they claim to be the truth.
For everything that is ever said, or spoken, is a lie.
Everything I tell you is a lie.
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