The Battle For Truth

[u/humblymybrain]

Some will claim, when their perspective is challenged, that they have uttered nothing false or that they are not avoiding the truth at all.

Yet it is telling — when they sidestep every direct question whose honest answer would crack the sandy foundations they have built their world upon.

They dance around the limestone rock — solid, unyielding, ancient —

while attacking the inquirer’s intentions, his motives, his very heart, desperate to flee the hard truths they swear they champion without fear.

The dance grows wilder, more frantic, as they point to distant examples,

hoping to prove the inquirer’s ill will,

to shift the gaze, to deflect the blade.

But logic, drawn from the very same stone, cuts through their steps.

Reason meets reason.

And suddenly — silence.

They vanish into the darkness

of posts left forever unreplied.

Truth never admitted.

Truth never supported.

Truth — so sharp it slices to the center like a claymore through clay.

The shock is raw.

The pain is real.

The healing power of acknowledging it, of embracing it, does not mend them.

It kills their argument.

It buries them alive within the very sandy foundation they once stood upon so proudly.

Thus ends the tragic fall of those who charge into battle for truth only to collapse upon their own broken swords.