Ah, but they are my words. Their order, their emphasis, their choice, are mine.

Ah, but they are my words. Their order, their emphasis, their choice, are mine.

Ah, but over the millennia we incrementally whittle the error bias and lies from the prior generation’s words, leaving but the necessary underneath.

Ah, but truth is not arrogant, it merely exists – laid bare by erosion. And the error bias and lies, lay about in the dust: the remains of the foolish, the arrogant, and deceitful of the generations that came before us.

You cannot defeat truth with shaming, rallying, and moral argument that claims offense, since truth holds the apex of morality, and all else is but error, bias, and lie beneath it.