We are all books containing thousands of pages and within each of them lies and IRREPARABLE truth.

Over the past two weeks I've been immersed in Assassin's Creed II. The game offers more than fantastic graphics and revolutionary game play. The story is so in-depth and vast, blending history with fiction (in a plausible way) until you really don't know what to believe or think. This is not to be a review of the game rather a long quote about the nature of Truth, that I believe is very insightful.

Over time, any sentence uttered long and loud enough becomes fixed. Becomes a truth. Provided, of course, you can outlast the dissent and silence your opponents. But should you succeed - and remove all challengers - then what remains is, by default, now true.

Is it truth in some objective sense? No. But how does one ever achieve an objective point of view? The answer is you don't. It is literally, physically impossible. There are too many variables. Too many fields and formulae to consider. We can try, of course. We can inch closer and closer to a revelation. But we'll never reach it. Not ever...

And so I have realized, that so long as my enemies exist, they will attempt to bend reality to their will. The recognize there is no such thing as an absolute truth - or if there is - we are hopelessly underequipped to recognize it. And so in its place, they seek to create their own explanation. It is the guiding principle of their so-named "New World Order" To reshape existence in their own image. It is not about artifacts. Not about men. These are merely tools. It's about concepts. Clever of them. For how does one wage war against a concept?

It is the perfect weapon. It lacks a physical form yet can alter the world around us in numerous, often violent ways.