Despite the arduous attention (and oft worst intention) of those among him, whom I will not mention, and most resolutely by the virtue (and its very lacking) of such said invention, he became to know, that is, to witness, to discern and to inhabit, that which had previously been unattained, the unfeigned Truth. Oh, tried mightely, they did, and many time persuasively in their impudent abscondence. But what those unversed in truth unrehearsed fail to grasp is that Honesty is not wrested from pools of contemtion, No! any more than it is so fabricated from bits and parts of fractured falsehoods. Truth is not a mere word rolled from a tickle-tricked tongue, a forehead creased twixt eyes fixed in faked expression, or a some superflous contrivance of calculated means, not one bit! Rather, Truth is the grand manifestation derived by one’s alignment and habitation with the universe in time and space infinitum. Or in other words, you cannot lie a truth.
Well, as you can no doubt imagine (for no doubt is being cast!), upon having been first availed to the Truth unassailed, he greatly resented all of the lies and as well as those who dared to lie them. And as time progressed, the malice digressed into a sort of sorrowful and pithy pity. How terribly saddening it is to never know the beauty of Truth, and trust, and all that is just! And sooner than later, as space amplified about him in pulses and pushes, he verily found himself unbound in Truth and Love, Love being inseparable from Truth and Truth from Love. In a moment of pure clarity (and free of any piety), he saw of the charity which brought him to this epiphanic apex, and knew, yes knew through the connected universe, that he must love those responsible, those who had lied, who cheated, who stole repeated, for they showed him the Truth.