How can one express oneself if the key to expression is telling the truth but the truth is unknowable? Could speaking be therefore inherently destructive?
But supposing the existence of evil which cloaks itself in silence, must not one fearfully speak? Must one never go up in chariots of ignorance but instead spew shit in shameful good faith, and then cry in it? Is this the bearing of one's own cross?
Or does the speaker love the shame, a masochistic martyr-fuck, fake Christ with a narcissist complex?