At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.
Honesty is a moral virtue, a matter of the will. Honesty means willing the truth with the whole of your heart. This demands sacrifice. We have little hope of attaining honesty unless we realize how demanding it is. It demands sacrifice of self-will, self-image, the desire to win, and the comfort of being right.The __onesty_ often praised today is usually only emotional honesty with others, not intellectual honesty with one__ self; only __etting it all hang out,_ not asking what is the real truth. Sometimes __onesty_ is only a code word for shamelessness. Rarely does it mean the absolute, fanatical, selfless love of truth.
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Honesty is a moral virtue, a matter of the will. Honesty means willing the truth with the whole of your heart. This demands sacrifice. We have little hope of attaining honesty unless we realize how demanding it is. It demands sacrifice of self-will, self-image, the desire to win, and the comfort of being right.The __onesty_ often praised today is usually only emotional honesty with others, not intellectual honesty with one__ self; only __etting it all hang out,_ not asking what is the real truth. Sometimes __onesty_ is only a code word for shamelessness. Rarely does it mean the absolute, fanatical, selfless love of truth.
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