I want to know the truth. The truth is buried in a sea of words; compendium of blatant lies and unintentional falsehoods. There are very few people I trust to tell me the truth. I know they are telling the truth not only by the words they type, but visual confirmation of events that mirror the adjacent past. This could change at any time through the influence of money from those who seek to muddle the truth. I filter out the truth and tell it to those who'll listen, but it is brief and unbelievable to those indulgent in lies.