When I was at a religious rhetoric conference in Knoxville, I listened to several people speak about how important it was that we step aside from clear, old, direct understandings of Truth. A lot of them tripped over their words to explain how dogma and certainty were the enemies of good thought, but each time they spoke they wove a thicker web that seemed to suffocate every struggle at applying any meaning to anything. Soon everything was a reference to a reference, a circle of fingers pointing at themselves in a Derridian epistimic nightmare.

I went to go get lunch with a few academics, I walked past a crowded street, and sitting at a table, with a KJV Bible and a waist-long beard, was an old man, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and sunglasses, next to a sign that read "IS TRUTH IMPORTANT?" All I wanted to do was join them.

I went to lunch and we talked about journal submission practices instead.