What is truth? Cynicism confronts irony. All the while he stares into the eyes of Reality. The politician turns on his heels without waiting for reply — goes to rinse his hands and wrings them out in full view, as if this simple act of washing could erase complicity.
And Truth waits — silent, unyielding — for the verdict he will place upon himself.
And we, centuries since, take the same distrustful stance. Or, we proclaim control — all the while Truth stands facing us, blood dripping down his face, and waits for us to condemn or to acquit: turn back and embrace the Victim who is not or release him to a world gone mad.
