Today we have come to the self-satisfying conclusion that everything is relative, that nothing is written in stone, and every line is written in sand. Yet as pleasing as this thought may be, there is pillar that refuses to give way, there is a line that refuses to be bent. And that is truth.
Like a firm mountain truth towers high into the sky. Declaring that like it or not, and no matter how hard we may try, some things are indeed written in black and white, and some foundations are dug so deep and made so strong, that all the armies of man cannot move them one inch.
For truth has only one path. Truth has only one way. Truth has only one version. And it cares not for the threats or praise of man.