Perhaps no one as yet has been truthful enough about what "truthfulness" is.
It is I, the ungodly Zarathustra, who says:Who is more ungodly than I, that I may rejoice in his teaching?
Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.
Christianity is Platonism for the people.
But eternal liveliness is what counts: what does "eternal life" matter, or life at all?
Success has always been a great liar.