![]() I can fix that! I can’t wait to hear everything about you. Bin those rags your dressing gown is still there, after all this time. Before you tell me a thing, get yourself cleaned up. “Oh how I’ve missed you, dear Truth! Where have you been and for goodness sake, why are you so poorly turned out. She flung open the door and pulled her long-lost sister into her home, She peered through the glass and saw a miserable creature shivering with wet, but the longer she looked the more a feeling of great joy crept up on her. “Who knocks at my door on such a night!” Story was displeased to leave the fireplace for the cold reception room. It was in a bedraggled state that Truth eventually knocked on Story’s front door. Night fell and with it, a violent storm of icy rain. Truth felt so reviled, she hid in a fence until it was dark to avoid abuse. Along the way, those who recognised her, put on their offended faces and those who didn’t, treated her like a sack of stinking garbage. Maybe I should pay her a visit.” To get to Story, Truth had to walk down the main street to the bridge over the river Po which was running in a shallow trickle – not at all the lively river Truth remembered. They are beguiled by Lie and they also love my sister Story. “It’s clear the town doesn’t want me here. On the rare occasions that Truth couldn’t stop herself from speaking, she would be lambasted and thrown out of the tavern for spoiling the mood. It was obvious that the Lie had done an excellent job of twisting facts, swaying people to believe without seeing and finding amusement in witty dishonesty. ![]() Most of the time, she sat quietly listening to conversations. As best she could, she dressed herself in sacking, an old jacket and crooked hat and set off towards the town.Īnd so it was that Truth became a common sight in taverns on the outskirts of the town. She looked around and after a while discovered a fallen scarecrow. People have forgotten I am here, so I will have to go out and remind them of my existence. “If so few people consult me, the Lie who took my clothes must be creating havoc in town. TimeLine 4Īs each year passed, fewer and fewer people took the trouble to visit Truth and the few who happened on her accidentally, found Truth either ridiculous or just plain ugly. The truth suddenly, with a great sigh realised that there is a war being conducted on her by the one who took her garments the Lie himself. But from time to time, truth finds allies – they Love the Truth and have created so many stories about her but none of these are trending and, in fact, many of them are being deleted and downvoted and ignored. There are literally hundreds of billions and billions of lies. Truth searches and finds the web pages, twitter and instagram accounts that plainly showed the lie had infected most everyone. Many seekers come looking for The Truth but she only sees them one at a time because The Truth is a very personal experience. They’re OK with seeing her naked and she’s OK since they don’t hate her. If they’re really sincere, the truth will out and talk with them. Sometimes people come to sit by the well knowing that the Truth is in there. And to this day, the Truth and the Lie have been indistinguishable to all except those who have seen them unclothed. The truth knows that in order not to be hated, the only way she can be accepted by the village and the world is to be covered in the garb of the Lie. Truth realises that the Lie has left it’s garments behind next to the well. And anyway, it’s so rude of the lie as it should know by now that it couldn’t exist without me, thought the truth. Because the Lie has traveled the world so long in my garments now everyone has come to believe that it is I who am the liar. Maybe, she thought, an upwelling is necessary. Surely the truth has a purpose? Hiding in a well isn’t really meaningful and there’s not much entertainment down here, reflected the truth. But 200 years is a long time to dwell in a well for anything, especially the truth. The naked Truth dwells in the well, ashamed at how she was seen and treated by the villagers. The Truth in the well and the Lie is traveling the world in her garb. So it makes sense to explore further where the original story might have moved to, as all the characters were set in place at the end. The original Naked Truth and Lie story comes from the 19th Century and here we are 200 years later, in a world of multiverses, the possibility that we’re living in a simulation, the concept of multiple timelines, the Mandela Effect and Apotheum.
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