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Ardent Formulist
This is a metaphor, so I'm sure it will go right over the truthers' heads.
Let's say you are a sandwich-o-phile. You love sandwiches. You obsess over sandwiches. You put sandwich-themed bumper sticker on your car. You go to sandwich rallies and carry signs. You visit sandwich websites, watch you-tube sandwich videos, and post on internet forums about sandwiches into the wee hours of the morning.
But, you just don't feel like making a sandwich.
So, you ask your roommate to make you one. He does.
The sandwich is no good. You toss it aside and tell your roommate he must do better.
So he makes you another sandwich, this time taking special care to put everything into the sandwich that you said was lacking in the first one.
Nope, still no good. You toss it aside.
Your roommate makes you sandwich after sandwich. You hate them all. Quickly, he grows tired of this exercise in futility and stops making you sandwiches. But others arrive, friends of your roomate's, who have heard how stubborn you are and hope they can make a sandwich that satisfies you.
To no avail. You sneer at their sandwich-making abilities and knock the offerings from their hands. It doesn't matter how carefully crafted the sandwiches are, what type of bread they use, what kind of condiments or meats. It doesn't matter how closely your own specifications are followed. No sandwich is sufficient.
"But, you love sandwiches", they protest. "How can you be so filled with hatred for every type of sandwich known to Man?"
You continue to assert that the right sandwich has yet to be made.
Now, given all this...can you really say with any sincerity that you love sandwiches?
As it is with sandwiches, so it is with the Truth.
Discuss.
Let's say you are a sandwich-o-phile. You love sandwiches. You obsess over sandwiches. You put sandwich-themed bumper sticker on your car. You go to sandwich rallies and carry signs. You visit sandwich websites, watch you-tube sandwich videos, and post on internet forums about sandwiches into the wee hours of the morning.
But, you just don't feel like making a sandwich.
So, you ask your roommate to make you one. He does.
The sandwich is no good. You toss it aside and tell your roommate he must do better.
So he makes you another sandwich, this time taking special care to put everything into the sandwich that you said was lacking in the first one.
Nope, still no good. You toss it aside.
Your roommate makes you sandwich after sandwich. You hate them all. Quickly, he grows tired of this exercise in futility and stops making you sandwiches. But others arrive, friends of your roomate's, who have heard how stubborn you are and hope they can make a sandwich that satisfies you.
To no avail. You sneer at their sandwich-making abilities and knock the offerings from their hands. It doesn't matter how carefully crafted the sandwiches are, what type of bread they use, what kind of condiments or meats. It doesn't matter how closely your own specifications are followed. No sandwich is sufficient.
"But, you love sandwiches", they protest. "How can you be so filled with hatred for every type of sandwich known to Man?"
You continue to assert that the right sandwich has yet to be made.
Now, given all this...can you really say with any sincerity that you love sandwiches?
As it is with sandwiches, so it is with the Truth.
Discuss.
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