The truth was out there, she was definitely out there, but
she was so tired of the turn her life took she decided to
take a very long vacation.

Once upon a fork there was a piece of cake, it wasn't a very
special cake but it was a rather special tea party. Before
that tea party everything was dandy to say the least, the
truth was understandable, compassionate, and even human.
Back then it was hard for anyone to call the truth
mysterious, simply because she wasn't... the truth had a
pretty usual life, just like everyone else it woke up every
morning, and just like everyone she was sometimes happy and
sometimes sad; what made the truth an actual truth was the
fact she was absolute. No one really knew how it was
possible but no one bothered to argue, even the truth
sometimes didn't understand it, and don't be fooled, being
absolute isn't the same as being determined; being absolute
is just something you're born with.

And still once upon a fork there was a piece of cake in a
tea party, it was definitely spring and definitely the
afternoon. The truth and many other guests were at Mrs.
Beth's yard, drinking tea, talking about this and that, and
eating cake (upon forks). It was at that tea party that the
Truth first met the man that from a distant look reminded
her of someone she knew she did not know at all.

An odd feeling it was, you can imagine I'm sure, the Truth
just sat there and stared for a little while. The gentleman
who was standing a few tables away was sharp looking, it
wasn't very hard to sense that he was quite a ladies man (a
womanizer is a bit to harsh of a word to describe him), at
the same time when he was charming the ladies and sweeping
them off their feet he was a buddy, the kind of guy that
guys sit with in bars and have bond over beer. He was tall
and young (even though he had a cane) he was definitely
handsome, and there was something very smooth about the way
his voice moved in the air.

The Truth awoke from the momentary pondering she slipped
into as soon as her eyes laid on the young lad. She was now
whispering to Melinda Markson who was sitting next to her
fighting with a fly that decided to pick on her. "Who is
he?" - That question echoed in time for years.

He introduced himself as Alexander L. Williams. It was
definitely just a name to him and nothing more. The Truth
didn't seem surprised at all with the way Alexander climbed
his way to people's hearts, mostly because everything about
him was suspiciously just fine. The Truth was not by any
chance jealous; one of the qualities that come with being
absolute is without a doubt the lack of ability to be
jealous. Yet somehow, slowly yet firmly she couldn't help
but notice that people somehow "skip" her. It wasn't as if
she was completely ignored, and she wasn't used to being the
center of attention anyway, but there was something very
disturbing in the way it all happened. Alexander L. Williams
was just everywhere, and to tell the truth she was not very
happy seeing him. Back then she didn't know what it was
about him that bothered her but she kept her eyes opened.

As time passed her by that tiny feeling of being "skipped"
grew to being ignored, it wasn't as if people did it on
purpose, just that slowly - yet firmly people stopped
hearing her, or they didn't see her. She didn't like it, she
didn't like it one bit. It's one thing when someone
accidentally doesn't hear you but it's another when you call
their name and they just don't turn to you. It's one thing
if someone bumps into you because they didn't see you, it's
another when someone looks right thru you. She didn't know
the nature of this slithering pattern but there wasn't much
she could do about it by now. It was far too late by the
time she realized the source of the problem.
It was in a bar, she was trying to drink her problems away
when behind her she heard Alexander L. Williams and the
local gang of men being loud and cheerful in a way only
drunk men can be. She turned around and watched them for a
while. Alexander, being everyone's best buddy decided to
pick up the check; he signed a cheque with a black pen. The
Truth just sat there looking more miserable than ever,
watching him as he returned his pen to his pocket, watching
the waitress coming back to the cash register with his
check. She didn't know what possessed her to sneak a look at
his check, but whatever it was, it brought all the answers
she needed.

Right there on his check his name was printed in celebrated
letters - Alexander Lie Williams. It was that unsuspicious
"L" all along. Of course back then no one knew what lies
were, no one but the Truth. And even she needed quite some
time to figure it out. But by then, it was really too late.

Hardly anyone ever saw or heard the Truth. Sometimes she
actually touched people, to get their attention, she tapped
shoulders, she tugged sleeves. After a while people thought
they saw the Truth on Monday, and that they last heard her a
few nights ago. No one truly bothered to find her, and truth
be told she didn't want to be found.

If people back then knew what they know now, they wouldn't
have paid any attention to that smooth, crafty, devious
Alexander Lie Williams. But unfortunately Lie was equipped
with skills such as conniving and manipulating, though his
greatest force was of course covering the truth. She didn't
have much of a choice, staying where she was just brought a
dark, morbid depression.

So she left, she went to see the world that could no longer
see her. Sipping cocktails on the beach, walking thru a
hidden forest (at first it was one of those snow forests,
and afterwards the cloudy forests, and afterwards the hotter
than last week forests, until all that was left were the
rain forests), wandering thru streets filled with people.
She never got bored and she never got lonely. To this day
she roams the world, she's  not miserable anymore, she's not
exactly happy, but she knows, she knows the truth.