the face of truth

It is said that the writer writes what other people are thinking but have failed to articulate. 

I would say the writer writes what people are taught everywhere to deny, or try their earnest not to think about let alone consider, and that which they know in their heart and soul is undoubtedly true. For what is undoubtedly true is that all we would ever want for ourselves, is no less than what we should ever want for all.

But even our language works to knit us into the cocoon of a false perspective, one that can only imagine things in the shape of how we are so often taught to articulate them, which works to sew us up in a story that seduces us like the Siren's song.

Like a child lulled to sleep at their mother's breast by her rhythmic breath and beating heart, so the repetition of sacred rituals lulls us to sleep like Rip Van Winkle, with the cadence of the lies we tell ourselves because we want them so much to be true.   

All forms of slavery begin with acceptance of the underlying "beliefs" that support that slavery, as being necessarily "true," and a willingness to crucify all those who challenge such sacred "beliefs," as heretics.  As accents lead to new languages over time, so biases lead to "beliefs" that we then conflate with "truths."  And with our religions, we indoctrinate people into accepting that the former is derived from the latter, rather than the other way around. 

Or to put it another way, the face of truth is often a mask made of the finest lies.