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Why do people love propaganda and not the Truth

 


Why do people love propaganda and not the Truth?

Because the spirit of truth does not abide in everyone, first of all.

Spiritum veritatis, quem mundus non potest accipere, quia non videt eum nec cognoscit. Vos cognoscitis eum, quia apud vos manet; et in vobis erit. [1]

Many people are not structured to seek the Truth. Seeking the Truth implies will of knowing, suffering, study, dedication. The Truth is ἀ-λήθεια, to remove the/withdraw from hiding, just to revert to well known Heideggerian echoes.

This is why, I say, many people are not structured. Many are instead structured to be spoon-fed, nourished, sated and grazed with lies when they sit tired, empty and brutalized, in front of a TV, or pass in front of distorting but high-sounding newspaper headlines, and therefore bred by propaganda, through repetitive, obsessive but essential information, which distracts by diverting them from the Truth. Enter-tainment actually has a double role: it keeps (people) in a certain frame of mind by not boring but flat and easily accessible contents (aimed to "idioticing"), and leads to a different direction (enter-tains) than the Truth that λανθάνει, hides, remains hidden, invisible to the majority.

Propaganda feeds on fears, and make closer the flock in eternal search of protection and the common warmth of the shelter that makes precisely what a flock is, because only if we are all in the same condition (similar) it makes you feel less cowardly and alone; because you see your cowardice recognized in many other beings similar to you and for this reason, you deduce that that is a common evil and an inevitable human condition.

Who is out of the herd, the ex-cellent (i.e. he rises high/towers) professes courage, the desire to be courageous while feeling fear (because fear is a human thing) and seeks the best way to discover the Truth by firstly engaging himself in searching for the most appropriate path to challenge the system that controls the flock since in the flock brave people don't recognize themselves, for in them dwells (or begins to dwell) the Truth that makes you ex-cellent, out of the flock and pushes you towards the path of courage and revolt.

Truth is an avenue of the brave cross, and not everyone is able to bear the weight of such a cross, which has its firm and solid roots in the ultimate Bearer of the Cross.

Ego sum via et veritas et vita; nemo came to Patrem nisi for me [2]

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[1] Ioannis, 14, 17
[2] Ioannis, 14, 6

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