What are you, a poet? "Love and truth are married. They will never divorce."<quoted text>
Most people don't need to be told murder is wrong.
You are in denial. It is severe. I keep a few simple points of reality in your face to disrupt your denial.
Reality is not an opinion.
Love and truth are married. They will never divorce.
How exactly is love and truth married? Explain that to us.
And you cannot deny my reality.
I grew up in the South. I had never traveled further west than Nashville, further north than Ohio, further east than South Carolina, or further south than Daytona. And like with most people, I was taught from a very young age that the color of the sky is “blue”. I didn’t question it. Why would I question the color of the sky?
Then in my mid-twenties, I traveled to Flagstaff. I had a good friend from college who lived there. And I have to tell you, the “blue” sky in Flagstaff is MUCH different than the “blue” sky of the South. Their sky is spectacularly blue.
And after I returned from my trip, I realized that here in the South our sky is more “milky” than the blue I observed in the high desert.
Another example… I recently went to a party where a friend brought some canned beets to serve. He kept carrying on about how good that were. Now, I have tried to like beets for years. But to me, they taste like dirt. He kept saying,“No… These are GOOD beets! You’ll love them!” He even plopped one down on my plate. To humor him, I ate the beet. And I’m sure it was obvious by the look on my face that I still didn’t like beets.
To him, those beets were wonderful. But to me, they still tasted like dirt.
I like jazz, but detest opera. I like the color red; not a huge fan of navy. I’m attracted to guys; never been attracted to a girl in my life.
My point is that a person’s truth is a matter of perspective. It’s a matter of what they observe and experience. It’s a matter of personal preferences.
It takes a lot of hubris to tell someone what their “truth” or “reality” should be.