Truth Is Not Public

Truth isn't public. And, even worse to some ears, Truth is not democratic.
Truth is to be discovered, unveiled, not from the lie but from the raw matter of appearance; and as far as this is in this very same sense true, Truth is available to those who research it. Truth-mining is a difficult activity. It can require unmesurable amounts of effort and sometimes instruments. This is why Truth is not available to everyone; not everyone has access to instruments, or access of the right kind to those who have access to them.
Some pieces of Truth may indeed be available to everyone, but individual effort is always, even in these tiny pieces, a fundamental part. One can refuse Truth. And this is a further reason for Truth being not public. If it were, one couldn't simply reject it. Alas, in this sense, there's not much publicity.

Bias.

The more unbiased the access to Truth is, the more Truth what we reach is. In this sense, truth is gradual and relative: but still, the something we approximate to is one and the same for all.
Still, very few of us have the possibility of such a direct, privileged access to Truth. But it should be possible. If the problem is with emotion, we can learn to suppress - or to dissociate. This is the ultimate form of sacrifice; or one of its contemporary forms; lose your humanity because of bare facts.

Value.

``Reality comes to us screaming with values'': was it James? And those of us who hear the scream, also know that Reality, to them at least, is a value herself. And those of us who hear the scream, have the opportunity to float above themselves, dissociate from the flesh and bone and soothe their anguish into the sacrifice of a search.

Of humanity.

We are no more human than you or all the rest. We are no more human, simply. Whether dissociation takes place of a momentary lapse of flesh, or is a permanent state of mind, this itself is not a value. At least to those for whom that is a conscious choice, it is at most an instrumental value; but a sacrifice remains. Perhaps like those rabbits who prefer to bite off their own leg rather than getting caught; perhaps, better, like those humans down in Plato's cave that lose their heads to get rid of their iron collars or bits. There's no `better' here; for this is Truth, but Truth is no value on those who search it, but value to those who search it.
I'm trying to depict no hero, or martyre; just an image of respect, and of fear; each one should have the opportunity to say: `that's not my road', or, `that is my road'. But one should have clear in mind as so far only few have, that it's no easy road and no obliged path. Those of us who don't hear the scream, should choose wisely which voices to listen, and then listen very carefully. There's Truth to be uncovered even in the words of the Other. Nature is not the only being capable of lie.

On Noise.

Some words are words, some words are Noise. Noise is words whose speaker is still tied, unable to dissociate, or to listen to either the scream or the voices of those who have to some degree the Truth.

On Science.

There's science, as research, or not science. Tertium non datur.
Pick your choices wisely, for the strongest collars are crafted by ourselves.