The truth is of its own. It has no respect for anyone that it should move. It does not care if the one who bears it feels uncomfortable. Nor does it even notice the tears of the proud as they pass it by. And the vacant stare of the fool raises no attention.

The truth will slice through pretence like a sharp knife through water. Truth does not even know that lies exist. It has never owned a clock.

Man die by the billions but the only ones who will be rescued from the grave are those who have loved truth. It doesn’t matter whether you believe what I just said. The grave proves every life.