THE ONTOLOGICAL FOUNDATION OF ERROR IN A WILLFUL ACT OF A MIND

god has made a class of creatures who stumble after lies not occasionally but repeatedly before they turn to the truth ... one rises from the table and turns the wrong way at first ... one bends down when he should keep walking and has to run to catch up ... one is overwhelmed a few seconds by the nausea of despair when he assumes a false pose or puts the world in one before he recovers and goes on ... not once or twice this year or last but twenty-five or fifty times each morning till night ... the planet is one continual burst of light punctuated by clumps of cooling ardor by clusters of simple malice shades of hopelessness blots of shame ... all to block the light or say the moon is the sun ... to lie or to hear one told ... this is the attraction that pulls this class to it ... this class which contemns the truth but fears the lie of another for its untoward consequence ... loves the intricacies of the devious but shuns the blunt edge of the truth ... for this is a class with ties of pretension stretching back before the creation of man ... before the first honest mistake ... back before time ... back to the original lie