A number of events have brought me to thinking about this.
Which is the greater good: truth or joy?
Is it better for me to be completely honest and accurate at all times, telling only those things which I know to be true or which are my heartfelt opinion…
Or is it better to colour, soften, embellish the truth… or outright lie… to smooth the human side of the situation over?
You see, it turns out that people aren’t as rational or as consistent as machines. Sometimes, to get the most desireable results are gained with inexact methods.
If I’ve lost you at this point, perhaps an example or two will help:
Your girlfriend tells a joke. You think it’s horrible. Everyone else laughs. Should you follow along?
An old woman is reluctant to leave her home of fifty years to live in a nursing home, but she’s fallen several times, can no longer cook for herself, and sometimes doesn’t know where she is. She might go to the home if you let her think it’s temporary. Should you fib her into the nursing home?
Your son is away at summer camp, and, unknown to him, your family dog, beloved by all, but especially by the absent boy, is run over by a car. He calls home to say he has an important test tomorrow and to ask how the family and the dog are. Should you tell him the truth?
Is it right, ever, to say “I can’t tell her, it’ll upset her”?
If it is, then of what value is truth? If it’s okay for me to lie to influence another’s thoughts, emptions, and reactions, then, well… who gave me a licence to practice mind-control? (Sounds a little, extreme, I know, but arguably, that’s what it amounts to.)
Is a little deception ever justified? And if it is, who am I supposed to trust? Perhaps my best friend or my spouse cares about my feelings the most… that could make them most likely to practice “blissful deception.”
Well… time for me to shut up and let the teeming millions do with this what they will. Hoping for a bite, wolfStu.