[veritas]

Prologue:


There are many facts of this existence. Some we gladly tout on Facebook. Others, about ourselves, we often keep hidden. Some we debate about, while others we need not ever debate, unless of course our spirits were filled with contention for contentions sake. One of those facts - those immutable, incontrovertible facts - is that of the necessity for the existence of language.
Without the development of a language one could argue that we would still be chipping rocks together to make crude tools used for fashioning tree bark into hut roofs. Or that we would actually still live as isolated tribes, seeking only the crudest and most rudimentary present aims. For without the ability to communicate, there would be no way to quickly and accurately (depending on the eloquence of the speaker) convey ideas and concepts in real time. Without this, there would be no philosophy, there would be no higher meaning. The best of us would be as the cattle, the worst of us would be as the rocks.
That brings us to the crux of this story. This is a story of facts. This is also a story about language. This story focuses on one of those facts that to try and argue it would be foolish, but those reasonable among us would still rather choose to try and hide. The fact being, as soon as language developed, the concept of the insult was not far behind it. This is a story about humanity, and how humanity used arguably it's greatest gift to bring out the worst in itself, and sometimes, ironically, the best in itself.