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Reddog by William H. Coles, illustrated by Peter Healy
© 2014 William H. Coles, Story in Literary Fiction
Why, for goodness sake, is undeniable truth denied to humans? Those pesky existential questions: Who are we? What are we here? And no assurance about what is real: the atom is no longer the smallest practical, a "truth" in my youth, or the speed of light may not be a constant anymore, Einstein might be wrong with E=MC2. And with the recent maturation of human consciousness over the last few millennia, every "truth" spoken or written, even thought, is questionable. It's a curious world we live in where, so far, unmitigated truth about environment or existence is not assured.
In contemporary life truth relates to honesty, a certainty that something is what we think it is. In society, misrepresenting something thought or existing is a lie. A lie may be at times a distortion of truth as a way to exist in society. And a lie to one's self is a way to avoid unpleasant emotions or reality. But although a lie may allow a temporary triumph, it almost always results in long-term defeat... View on Facebook