Is there ever a time when you have, at your disposal, too much truth? You would think that such a condition would never occur; that there would always be circumstances where verity is always sought, regardless of the outcome. Truth provides the fertile ground that supports growth; it enables the tools that bring change. Why then is truth so hard to not only come by but also to be acknowledged? Why do we ask for the truth when what we really want is a fabrication; perhaps truth light?