“Jesus then said to those Jews who believed in him, ‘If you remain in my word, you will truly be my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.’"
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Come on, people! Truth is reserved for those who can handle bad news. And seriously; nobody wants bad news before coffee, or lunch, or bedtime.
We are sensitive beings; we get crushed by a keen word, a mean glimpse, a negative answer… We are not at all ready for the truth!
Our ego is so much powerful than our character, our desire to rise above, and our good intentions together. Ego cannot possibly get along with our significant other’s admitting of a mistake, a one night stand, a lie. Ego is vain, we are vain, we love living in the dark and are too shy, too proud, and too stupid to admit that we have this insignificant little soul that cannot deal with something so simple and natural like truth.
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You wanted the truth? Well, here you have it.  I was keeping it from you because I knew it in my heart that you were no better than me in rising above, in spiritual greatness, or emotional intelligence. You are only flesh and blood…and sperm, which makes you exactly what I wanted; the gross body of your being is the dominant one, the king, the one who sets up the rules and tells you what to do, what to think. You are the puppet of the king of Egoland, destiny’s sweet, little pet. You poor wretch, you!
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And you are so proud and brag around about your rapid spiritual development, about how mature you are for your short age, and about your advanced view of life in a world full of sin and nonsense. You demand the truth by means of psychological blackmail, criticism, by putting on airs and graces of a superior ass with an angelical face. Your beautiful grey-green eyes look deeply into my helpless sinner’s soul, offering me promises of love and comprehension. My heart bounces at the sweet melody of your words, my voice shakes—I’m an imperfect being as well—, my head spins, my hands sweat and I give in…I tell you the ugly truth, I acknowledge my most obscure secrets, and reveal them to you and your little ears who have so many times heard my moaning during climax.
Did you like it? Apparently not!
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Like any other homo sapiens, you disappear and punish me for revealing the truth you almost begged me to uncover. You abandon me and hide in some ego bubble I cannot burst. I am left behind, alone, confused and feeling like a bastard cheater. Are you better than me just because your truth wasn't uncovered first? Am I expecting too much from you?
You promised not to go dark, never to judge, and claimed your birthright to know the truth. What for? What is it to you?
Now I am lonelier than before, now I am scared and lonely...again.

Forget it people, truth won’t set you free; truth will catch you and put you to jail. Truth is a sneaky little bastard. Never mind rules, Catholic upbringing, or common sense. If you have no other choice that putting your back to the wall or the noose around your neck and tell the truth, you can as well forget that you ever existed. Admit it! You are not going to get laid in the next hours, days, maybe centuries. Life is over, love is hurt, and trust is gone.
Where is the fucking freedom Jesus was fucking talking about?