To believe in the need to “know the truth” keeps men from knowing squat, and is once more a kind of abstruse likening of sugar to pseudo-sweet.
is a solo act.
Once men could speak, they began making maps of reality, but none were perfect representations of local reality, and as time passed, became, in fact, even less so. Any map that survived longer than two generations was eventually taken to be a myth.
The ordinary, collective “progress” of man can be spelled in many different ways, using many different letters, languages and definitions, in fact, using them all in all possible combinations.
Children take childish things seriously – a real man’s got almost nothing.