Like every mortal here on earth who has been engaged in his or her search for the truth since childhood, which soon unfolds as a stray to the ultimate truth, it still seems to methat there is nothing more rewarding and satisfying than this. The soon not plotted path, but rather a wandering force driven by a center searching for the naked truth, which in turn does not appear to exist. That is to say, in all likelihood, this naked truth, this moment of total enlightenment and often disheartening view of Absolute Nothing, is only given to some human brains to experience. It's a more God-given, Dieudonné, as the French can put so beautifully. The phrase, in itself a pleonasm, is not for nothing "to play the devil's advocate", God has no employment for lawyers, simply because He/She doesn't need one and in all honesty has the devil do to his job. It is not for nothing that the actor Jack Nicholson, in his role as a accused soldier answers his prosecutor, after all a fat paid lawyer, with a clear pleasure: "The truth? You can't handle te truth!"
The search for the truth is a deep mining for a hidden deep vein of gold, often almost paid for with ones life. I haven't met a single serious gold digger who has found her yet. The answer is usually that he or she thought he or she found her, but waking up the next morning it turned out that this is not te truth. Yet he or she will immediately continue to chip, it is a desire and drive of the highest order, the place where many golddiggers also ultimately think to end up.
