by Pemson Pereira
In the hushed antechamber of silence, where shadows writhe and whispers coalesce, Truth was born. Not with a cry, but a gentle sigh, a flicker of understanding in the void. It was a virgin birth, unsullied by dogma or preconception, a nascent flame in the darkness.
Truth, however, is not a creature of comfort. It craves the open air, the clash of ideas, the crucible of debate. So it ventured forth, a fragile butterfly with wings of logic and reason. It danced with philosophers, wrestled with theologians, and sparred with the wielders of power.
But the world, it seemed, had grown weary of truth’s light. Its brilliance exposed the cracks in comfortable lies, the festering wounds of injustice. So they crucified Truth, nailing it to the cross of apathy, ignorance, and self-interest.
The world watched, some with glee, some with a hollow ache in their hearts. They saw the blood of understanding spill, the wings of reason clipped, and the flame of curiosity flicker and die. They saw the tomb of conformity close, sealing Truth within its suffocating darkness.
But darkness, as it always does, breeds its kind. In the quiet corners of dissent, in the embers of forgotten questions, Truth stirred. Whispers of doubt morphed into roars of defiance, and the ashes of conviction rekindled.
One by one, the nails of apathy were pulled, the shroud of ignorance cast aside. Each act of courage, each spark of rebellion, chipped away at the tomb. And then, with a tremor that shook the foundations of the world, Truth rose.
It rose not with the triumphant roar, but with the quiet strength of a seedling pushing through the earth. It rose in the eyes of a child questioning a bedtime story, in the voice of a dissenter challenging the status quo, and in the hearts of those who yearn for a world bathed in the light of understanding.
The resurrection of Truth is not a one-time event, but an ongoing process. It is a daily struggle against the forces of darkness, a constant dance between doubt and faith. It is a journey, not a destination, a path paved with the sacrifices of countless seekers and the courage of those who choose to see it.
So let us walk this path together, carrying the torch of Truth with unwavering resolve. Let us remember that even in the darkest nights, the seed of understanding can bloom, and the flame of curiosity can rekindle the world. For in the end, it is not the power of lies that will prevail, but the relentless pursuit of truth, born anew in every generation, crucified, and resurrected in the hearts of those who dare to believe.
This is not just a story about abstract concepts. It is a call to action, a reminder that we each have a role to play in the ongoing struggle for truth and justice. We must be willing to question, challenge, and speak out, even when it is difficult. We must be the light in the darkness, the voice of reason in the face of ignorance, and the hope for a better future.
Let the resurrection of Truth begin, not in some distant future, but in the here and now, in the choices we make, the words we speak, and the actions we take. Let us be the midwives of a new dawn, where truth is not a martyr, but a beacon, guiding us towards a world of understanding, justice, and light.
