Truth

"You see, it don’t matter WHO speaks the truth.  It don’t matter where the truth comes from.  Whether it’s God, the Devil, or wretched old Job doing the talking, the truth cuts through all the bullshit.  It tears down the towers of Babel.  It rips away the facades of the wicked.  It breaks the bones of the oppressors.  That’s how powerful the words were that came out of Job’s mouth.  Truth.  You don’t hear much truth today, boy.  You hear advertisements, plenty of advertisements.  You hear coercion, whining and negativity.  You hear threats and insults, lies and deceit.  But you don’t hear much truth.  You know…when it comes right down to it…truth is beauty. Yes sir.  Truth…is….Beauty.  And Beauty is Truth.  Ah yes. And Beauty is Truth.  The realization of either….is Joy.”  The word hung over the two men.  A baby in an apartment across the courtyard started crying.  Wilson smiled.

Only Shot At A Good Tombstone (pp. 45-46). Copyright 2010 Robert R. Mitchell
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