You know you’ve reached the final truth only when it dies
and there is nothing left but reality.
*
The most honest man: Some hidden but central fear of the truth
turned a wheel of flickering little peripheral truths, and they lit up his
night. He managed his conscience with this arm’s length irrelevance so well
that not a single falsehood ever left his lips.
The most dishonest man: He knew that the deepest truths hurt, and
so he was sincere with his acts of kindness.