The greater the liar, the greater the poet?
This philosophical piece explores truth, deception, and the poetic nature of human communication.
No one can explain how the world operates, other than the usual way of keeping the truth under guard. Everyone says Truth should be hidden. Because It is naked. And like all naked things, humans shun truth.
We get terrified by the acceptance of truth. In fact, Truth belongs to that undisclosed region of mind, which only during dreams we access, which only during dreams we want to access. The truth lives in dreams, while we, as civilized beings, try to play and outplay the falsehood that we speak in front of ourselves.
Every truth, which is spoken to others, is a lie to the self. Every lie that is spoken has a corresponding truth.
So, to live in the world as it is, to be accepted by others so that they first accept and then reject, one has to accept the lies as truth. One has to say to the others and to themselves that the lies are the only things. The lies of pretension — in which we know what is truth but mold it in a more sociable form… in which we say something else, and expect the other to understand.
In this, everyone is a poet.
Yes, we are all poets. We all speak in metaphors. And Metaphors are the greatest lies. We speak what we don’t mean, and what we mean is something altogether different from what is said. What is implied has little connection with what is said.
Everyone is a poet. And the older he grows, the greater a liar he becomes, the better the poet. The greater the liar, the greater the poet he is.
Those who pretend, survive. Those who don’t are dinner. And those take heart to be truthful to you, respect you the most.
