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A quote from the movie The Kite Runner: “When you lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth.” Hearing this line in the movie reminds me that language is powerful. Language and the power it holds can be described as rhetoric. Rhetorically, words can cause people to manipulate, influence, and in light of the quote, steal from their audience.
One sided arguments is a form of stealing. Because the speaker is the master informant, so she/he holds all power to the audience. A variety of relationships rely on this one sided communication. Yet, the individuals who refuses to ask the critical questions will foster a “story telling” relationship. Once upon a time…
Silence is one of the most captivating of all methods of stealing, because you both relinquish power and hold power in an argument thus resting the results on assumption, which places the responsibility of the audience to ask the speaker to receive the truth. People often don’t question things they don’t understand, but do they understand that if you don’t ask you will never know the truth of the matter!
Many people lie in order to “save face.” Especially, those individuals who’s reputation means everything to them. Yet, what these compulsive liars do not realize that words allow for others to repeat and retaliate against the compulsive individual. Hence, lies breed more lies, so no one is safe.
In many various occasions we steal from ourselves, we choose to remember the “good” instead of the “bad” in order to continue a strand of through in our minds. Of course, this method of self-selection works both ways and the results are to maintain a stream of thinking. Only when we allow our minds to refuse being robbed, is when we will be free from our own poverty.
Poverty from Truth.
Never fear to seek the truth.
I had a dream about two people that I knew ripping off their flesh from their arms and faces. I was telling them to stop, but they did not listen to me. They both were talking about how sad their lives were, so out of shear anguish, they ripped off their flesh. I woke up with a shortness of breath and covered in sweat. I wanted to call the one that I felt could sooth my worry with his voice, but I refrained from becoming dependent. The nightmare reminded me about how emotions can consume people to the point of doing craziness. Our skin is 8 layers deep and to tear off each layer to expose our tender insides makes me think. I have allowed the tenderness of my character to be visible to only a few people, but I want a new skin to grow….start over.
