Being a truth-teller or a truth-bender is not always an open choice.  The origins of an idea or narrative can act like a magnetic field, making new shapes and patterns, infinitely varied or repetitively patterned.  Each gathered set of data, each chosen quoddity, each twist or spin provides individuality to the piece; makes it hard to judge evidence or suggest any comparison except of the more commonly contrasting features.

Ducking stools, ordeal by water and by fire make the wordsmiths into witches, publishers into pharmakoi.

Words are false, fickle and flirty, and that’s a fact.