If all truth is relative
Then this cannot be true
And so, relative to what, I ask,
And, wouldn’t you?
For anything to be true
There must be truth
And the mere fact I am typing
Must be essential proof.
But ignoramuses say
There is no absolute truth,
If this, in fact, is accurate,
Here is more proof.
If one says I only tell lies
Would you believe him?
I would like to say if you did
You’d be rather dim.
For that in itself
Would have to be also false
Somewhat like one dancing
To a two-four waltz.
If all truth is relative
Relative has to be true,
That to me is as clear as today,
Isn’t it to you?
Relative is high sounding
When used along with truth
But it makes as much sense to me
As talking to a goose.
Where the goose plainly is
The propagator of such a lie,
Why on earth would I believe it?
Pray, can you tell me why?
Understand this, though,
This is how the scholastic think,
Not all of them, if you please,
Not all are over the brink.
Relative truth is folly
And defeats its very own claim
And if you seriously believe it
You must be insane.
It is like climbing a ladder
Where the bottom is the top
And when you get to the bottom
Then you suddenly drop.
If you said, “Nonsense!”
Then you get what I mean,
Unlike the relative-truth scholars
We can be a team.
All truth is relative!
I ask, is relative to what?
If you cannot tell me to what,
It’s time that you stop.
Stop believing in a lie
That can never ever be true
For you will never convince me
Or even you.
Stewart Russell © October 22, 2023
