The desire for Truth.
That ‘temptress to risk’.
The veracity which all ‘lovers of wisdom’ revere.
What questions this desire calls forth!
What weird and wicked queries!
Such an enterprise already has history but feels like it began yesterday.
Before we lost patience and turned our back to the Chimera of Enquiry we stumbled upon an ‘angle’…
Who really stands before us and asks?
Who wants to know?
Over this hurdle we toiled, to climb, and at its summit we saw before us yet another more basic obstacle…
What value has such desire?
Would not a lie suffice just as well?
We held up a mirror to the face our our Chimera and suddenly we knew neither querent nor savant.
It is this stand-offish Truth, which plays, now, like a frown, over the brows of our New Europe.
Should we hazard to smooth that brow for her?