partially cleaned up transcript from Stefan Molyneux podcast shared at the bottom.
It is not a pleasant thing to watch the spread of truth.
The truth crosses the landscape, half an angel, and half a zombie.
The truth crosses the landscape looking like a hero to some and a devil to many.
The truth lifts some people up and dances with them, and the truth sucker punches other people and throws them over its shoulder.
The truth is laughter to some and a succubus to others
The truth is a fighter who fights alongside you for some and a fighter who punches you in the face for others.
The truth spreads like a glorious light, like a sunbeam burning through the mist, and other times truth sometimes spreads like a black flecked virus.
The truth lurches, careens, dances, and smashes its way across the human landscape.
When truth is freed, and does its horrible bloody surgical work across the human landscape leaving some elevated, some dancing, some flying, and some curled up weeping.
The truth is not pretty as it spreads.
The truth sometimes spreads like a blood stain, a wound to the prior illusion, spilling as it spreads.
The truth reads to some like a hymn book and to others like a funeral list, a casualty list.
The truth comes to some as beautiful swordplay and to others as a random midnight stabbing. The truth is glorious and terrible in turns.
The truth is the two sides of Janus.
The truth is the laughter and the tragedy masks of comedy.
The truth is a caress and a slap, a massage and a beating.
The truth doesn’t set you free all the time, maybe eventually, but the truth most often reveals that you’re in a cage. You felt freer before the truth, “But hey! I thought I was in a field but turns out I’m in a tiny cage”. Oh! I thought the people around me were my friends! But, they were succubus and vampires, fully founded on limiting my potential, only invested in keeping me small like them!
Fuck you truth! Turn the light on and find out I’m in hell! I thought it was just a brutally long sunset! No! It’s Hell itself!
Now you can begin to borrow out, but it’s pretty horrible when the lights go on.
We think that the truth is like some wonderful starlight or moonlight that guides us through a challenging midnight landscape. No, No! Truth is like a bomb! Boom, it blows us wide and high into the sky, spins us and it turns off seasons while it shreds us and we fall in pieces, and then try to reassemble ourselves into a human shape.
The truth is shell shock!
The truth is being buried in a coffin of reality and hoping you can claw your way out, and then that there’ll be somebody there when you get to the surface! Maybe, maybe, maybe truth has cannon fired us into a desert and hoping you’ll find an oasis while staggered and blindfolded.
Truth sucks there’s only one thing that sucks more than the truth, and that’s long-term lies! Short-term lies are beautiful, long-term lies are hell itself!
The truth is a predator that hunts what lies within us, and that which lies within us runs and fights and claws to remain with the herd of liars, to remain with the wildebeast of wanderlust and falseness, that what loves lies within us is the Satan of our syrupy false selves.
The truth comes along with facts, reason, evidence, arguments and data and says you think you are alive but you are but a ghost, cast by historical prejudice.
You think you have form, that you have shape, and you think because you move, you live, you are a skeleton blown by the winds of all the bullshit that came before that is who you are, who you are is who you ain’t.
Who you are is somebody who was evacuated and filled in with the prejudice and lies and servitude of the mistress of mankind! You are a useful robot and a useful idiot designed in the vast horizontal slave market of whacking down anybody who sticks their head up from the trench of delusion. “I think I see something cut him down”, “hey is that the phone ringing?” “Is that the truth?” “Smash the phone! don’t find it”, and we all think that we want the truth and then someone comes along and speaks the truth! Fuck you here’s some hemlock!
Fuck you, you’re a cult leader! Fuck you, you racist. Oh! This is the truth!
Hey we all want the truth don’t we?
Truth is cool! Oh not that truth! Oh no, no, not that truth! No, no that’s bad, that’s bad truth. Good truth is over there, good truth is with the comfortable. This bad truth causes problems. Truth, Jesus, ah somebody speaks the truth nail him up, fill him full of hemlock right! Slander about him, tell everyone he’s a terrible guy. He’s got the truth! We must put the Mark of Cain upon him, the scarlet letter of T on his forehead, he shall wander through life accursed because he has facts that we don’t like! He’s a fascist! No he’s a factist! You’re missing a “T” fact ist not fascist it’s not antifa it’s antifact!
That’s where we are as a society, but thank God we can finally see it! We’ll thank the internet and thank the truth-tellers that we can finally see it.
Finally we see the shadow cast by humanity when the truth is visible.
Visible at the click of a button, truth is visible with the swipe of a fingertip, you can finger the truth and impregnate your mind, thereby to fix my analogies so you focus on the truth you focus on that which transmits the truth and you take your punishment for telling the truth because that’s what the truth demands! Can you live without doing it? I guess you can try. I can’t though, I can’t.