Is there a greater value anywhere? Knowing what's what and what's not may be the most important thing humans can know. If you don't know the TRUTH; how can you survive?
Now you might stop and ask the question: "Isn't TRUTH free to anybody smart enough to find it?" I mean, you can't own it, can you? CAN YOU?
Well dang if somebody didn't go out and get a patent on it anyway! Yeah, you heard me right. Jehovah's Witnesses OWN THE TRUTH. If you don't believe me, just listen to the talk.
It's "The Truth" this and "The Truth" that----"How long have you been IN THE TRUTH?" and "Since Bob left THE TRUTH we haven't spoken a word". And on and on and on....
The seed is planted and it grows into a giant Sequoia with enormous roots and shades every aspect of everyday life for Jehovah's Witnesses.
Pavlov would stand and salute at the JW's masterful co-opting of so powerful a necessity as THE TRUTH. The knee-jerk stimulus response when the word "Truth" is spoken, for the average JW, bypasses the brain altogether. They are IN it--they own it and it owns them.
Look at that smile on those sappy faces in that Kingdom Hall! That is a smile of people who've stuffed Truth into their biscuits and sweetened their tea with it!
Truth has smoothed out the contours in the cranial cavity of every brother and sister with their fists full of magazines and their bookbag crammed with variations on a theme: WE HAVE THE TRUTH and you DON'T!
The amazing and thrilling discovery all possessors of this Truth will observe eventually is how malleable, adaptable, changeable and slippery this wonderful Truth happens to be in the hands of the sausage crankers at the Brooklyn factory a.k.a. as the Ministry of Propaganda.
Sigfreid and Roy couldn't make Truth disappear and appear any faster than a Governing Body writer who has just been caught in the headlights on the lonely road of NEW LIGHT.
Chain yankers all! The collar is around the neck of every baptised member and the leash goes all the way to Bethel headquarters. Truth!
They print it, they ship it, they stock it, they tout it and they march it in long rows like mindless ants straight to the doorways across the girth of this spinning planet. Truth by the mouthful, Truth by the bagful, Truth by the Elders and the servants and their minions---a sea of Truth; a flood of Truth a deluge drowning children and teens and old wankers with Armageddon in their eyes whose last breath will rasp out fear of Jehovah!
Isn't it beautiful? The quicksilvery handful of nothing peddled in the streets and neighborhoods like crack in a Ghetto--THE TRUTH, is always on the go, on the march, on the minds and on the tongues of the Kingdom Hall Zombies waving their hands to be called on so they can squawk out parrot-like "comments" consisting of empty sounds gobbled off the pages of the Watchtower.
But--not you! No--not you! No way!
The TRUTH isn't good enough for you, is it? You can't taste it with a yummy smile anymore can you? You've gone colorblind and senseless when the thrumming monotone of Truth! Truth! Truth! comes pounding in your ears by your mother and your father and your sister and your brother and the drumbeat has made you deaf to the pointing of screaming : I QUIT! I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE! SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
And they stand there stunned like puppies in a petshop window looking vacantly out at freedom or like children wakened from a beautiful dream. They cock their heads to one side and their mouths slacken and stand agape. Why? Why?
Why have YOU left our wonderful marionette show? The strings are so comforting coming down out of the sky! They make us dance and do tricks! You want to leave? Why?
OKAY--so tell them out their in Jehovahville; tell them straight out. Here is your chance to put it clear and pithy for every Jehovah's darling that lurks in curiousity at the freaks in our sideshow.
TELL THOSE THAT REMAIN BEHIND:
WHY CAN'T YOU HANDLE THE TRUTH ANYMORE?