I need to learn a language and I need to learn it now. I cannot wait until tomorrow. I cannot take a course and learn a little every week. I must know how to speak and understand it now. My sanity depends on it.
If I could speak any language, I would speak truth and I would interpret lies. I would hear the lies and translate them into truth, removing all the unnecessary mystery around it. In every lie, I would only hear the truth. The lies would dissolve leaving the meaning , the essence, behind. I would understand.
Confusion would be a thing of the past. No matter how few words I would employ, the people around me would understand the pure truth and every detail of it. And no matter how many words my adversaries would use, I would understand the simple truth without all its fancy embellishments.
I would understand the truth so clearly that I could interpret all the pain accompanying it and know how to reply to it in the gentlest of tones so that the vulnerable would feel safe from pain and fear, abandoning their lies altogether. Hearing their story spoken in my language, they would learn that there is no pain in truth. Truth just is. It is neither bad, nor good.
Lies are poison. They are the vines that strangle the life out of our lives. Sometimes we plant them ourselves. Sometimes they are planted by others. Either way, the result is the same, we suffocate. All we need to breathe again is a simple dose of pure truth.