Why does truth matter? Isn’t it just an iteration? You tell me something and I cavil. You say, “It’s true, you can look it up.” Or I take your point immediately and answer, “True enough.” Truth matters to the extent that things matter.
People who tell the truth are honest or generous or dutiful or afraid, who seek the truth are inquisitive or driven or attracted by puzzles. Of course the truth of what you say matters to me, because lies matter to me, and commitment and friendship and crossing the street without being run over.
Telling me that you want to know the truth tells me absolutely nothing about what you want to know.
Truth is an afterthought.
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