Though they accuse me of lies, so does my grunteloid plop onto a roof tile.
Madness string 1454
In this part of the world, the children die before we do. We need to wait for them to die.
The truth may be puzzling. It may take some work to grapple with. It may be counterintuitive. It may contradict deeply held prejudices. It may not be consonant with what we desperately want to be true. But our preferences do not determine what's true.