"The truth," the drunken guy begins, surprisingly not slurring, "is not in the eye of the beholder. Truth is in the hands of the beholder. The one holding the truth may bend, stretch, or tear  it to their heart's content. They can choose to show it to others or hide it deep within them in the dark depths of the heart. Men can see the truth and know it. It is those people who hold the truth who wish, unsuccessfully, to control it. It cannot be controled. The truth is an unstoppable, powerful force that banishes doubts and darkness. It exposes the secrets and magic of the world, to cast out ignorance. That is the only thing that truth despises: ignorance. It is everything that truth is not. It cowers in front of the mighty truth, knowing that when ignorance has seen truth, truth will slay it. That is why beholders of the truth should beware. If they choose to hide it, the people and they themselves will house ignorance. Then when truth comes out, yes, it will come out, it will destroy them. Take heed. Make sure that you always reveal the truth, young one, and it will be your sword to cut your way through the darkness." As he left, the other patrons laughed at his words, calling him a loon, and denouncing his claims. I, on the other hand, listened and kept his words close to heart. For I know that thte truth has special ways to reveal itself. I felt the truth there, in his words, slicing through my ignorance.