 If you don't seek out the truth in a culture built on lies, then the best you can hope for is to stumble on it from time to time. So he lives in this thick fog. He's walking up the street. It's a super thick fog. He could kind of make out a car there. I guess that's a little bit of the truth. And he may eventually trip on the curb. He may stumble on the truth. Oh, whoa, it's a fire hydrant. I found one. He may run into the truth by accident from time to time.