
A man traveling through a vast desert encountered a woman.
"Who are you?" asked the man, "and why do you dwell in this dreadful place?"
"My name," replied the woman, "is Truth. I live in the desert to be near my worshippers when they are driven away from their fellow beings. They all come to me, sooner or later."
The man looked around, taking in the desolate landscape. "Well," he said, "the country doesn't seem to be very thickly settled here."
Truth often resides in the most desolate places, sought out only by those who are willing to confront their solitude.
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