As kids, I used to play this game of truth or dare with my cousins. But as I grew up, I realised that the concept of truth is ethically non existant. In fact, the brutal reality is that there is no right or wrong, the only thing that’s real is Perception. I could be suggestively blinded with the perception of this, on the contrary. The verity could be negotiable, isn’t it?
What’s noble and benign for me could be egregious for you or that person standing on the other side of the metro station. And it is peculiar how no two people share one north star. Some would appreciate edges and the others would dogmas curves. And who is as supreme and devout to jugde the truth therefore?
What’s established is true because it is accepted en masse. Why? I do not know. But if it is actually true, I am not sure! However, the holy lord is true and maybe that is why you don’t see or touch him. Such is the fetish of truth or whatever it really is. In the end of ends, it is solely and blatantly just about the perception of an individual, a perception disguised as Truth. Had it not been for this, there would be no terrorism in the name of religion.