Man Of La Mancha
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“Facts are the enemy of truth!” cries Don Quixote de la Mancha. And I wonder, is this the madness of Quixote or Cervantess inspiration? Can facts really be truths enemy?
Facts arent adequate to explain how irrational perfection lies at the root of imperfect Aldonza. Facts have always misled us.
For history and science, facts are used at all times. Yet in both areas, unprocessed facts are truths enemy. Facts taken at face value deceive us every time.
In the end, Quixotes family hauls him in and subjects him to the cure. When they force him to accept the obvious facts, it kills him. Aldonza approaches his deathbed. In his defeat, Quixote calls her Aldonza. “No,” she says, “my name is Dulcinea!”
She has, at last, found the truth — the perfection — that contradicts the facts. If Quixotes madness didnt redeem him, it did, at least, redeem her.
Throughout the O.J. Simpson Case of 1991, his lawyers were attempting to convince people, most importantly the jury, that by conjuring facts which created doubts in the minds of the people, and hence concealed the truth about what happened.
Fahrenheit 9/11 or Iraq War.
Facts are part of the truth, but not its whole. Fact is always limited; its a piece of information about something. Fact is a small division of truth as interpreted by an individual.
The truth emerges when there is the clear vision to see facts with their proper weight and place.
It can take much research and fact-checking to determine what the facts are. Its not easy to sort out what is real and what is not. Being fully informed on every important issue is impossible; all one can do is their best with the time, resources, and inclinations they have.
However, even if one has time to read extensively, its not always possible to conclusively know the facts in the middle of the “he said, she said” of politics. In the face of contradictory versions of events, for example, whose version do we trust? We werent there, after all. We often end up just believing what we want to believe, what fits with