“I’m being truthful,” said Ken.
“Is it your truth or real truth?” asked Chris.
Ken replied. “What’s the difference? Truth is truth."
“Not necessarily,” the other voice sounded. “Lies can be truthful to someone who believes them as truth.”
A sparrow landed on a nearby tree. Its chirping got Ken’s attention.
“That bird sounds flustered,” he said.
“Truth be, it sounds like sparrows always sound. There’s no knowing how it feels,” grumbled Chris.
“Doesn’t it sound angry?” backfired Ken.
“That’s your percepetion. Truthfully, it’s chirping like sparrows do,” Chris added.
The conversation paused. Neither budged, and that was the truth.
“Is it your truth or real truth?” asked Chris.
Ken replied. “What’s the difference? Truth is truth."
“Not necessarily,” the other voice sounded. “Lies can be truthful to someone who believes them as truth.”
A sparrow landed on a nearby tree. Its chirping got Ken’s attention.
“That bird sounds flustered,” he said.
“Truth be, it sounds like sparrows always sound. There’s no knowing how it feels,” grumbled Chris.
“Doesn’t it sound angry?” backfired Ken.
“That’s your percepetion. Truthfully, it’s chirping like sparrows do,” Chris added.
The conversation paused. Neither budged, and that was the truth.
