Hey guys, look at all this truth I brought for you!
Oh, you don’t want any of it?
…Not a word?
I shouldn’t need
to dress up my intuitions in math
to make them acceptable to you.
But I’ll do it,
if it means you’ll finally listen.
First I believed everything I was told.
That’s what you do when you’re a child.
As a teenager I began to know things for myself,
and they told me I was wrong.
I was epistemically torn, and beaten, and battered
and bruised until finally I believed
that whoever has the power
is the one who’s right.
I fell for that ancient ruse,
like a rock off a cliff.
I played the game.
I believed only what I could force others to believe.
Damn could I play.
And I took all of this and began calling it “truth.”
But y’know, truth sort of has a different melody
than the one we’re singin’ in school.
I am sick of conspiring
in my own downfall because it’s easier
than standing up.