I can try to put it down more or less but you won’t believe a word of it.
I want to counsel you to close your eyes, look the other way, or whatever you can to counter the filthy truth-seeking habit that landed me where I am.
Forget the truth like you forget nightmares about burning slime chasing you uphill. Forget it. Go the other way. Nothing good will come of it. You will find your gold-tooth truth and you will desperately long for the days before you went hunting for it. The truth will only break your heart, every time.
It will also break your neck, consume you, lick your bones, spit out your soul, and ask, mockingly, if you’re still interested.