I have given myself to the truth. In the hope that it chooses me.
If it doesn't, that cannot be. For I would make it false.
Maybe all I want is an explanation of all things. It makes me happy and satisfied.
Is that much to ask? In truth, I was born. For truth, I live. And in truth, shall I die.
Omnia cadunt praeter veritatem. In the end, all things shall pass except truth.
