Comforting Truth

Once upon a time a woman lived in a village that was attacked. She had never seen such a thing, her village being a peaceful place, so she went about trying to understand why. She asked many people but couldn't get an answer that made sense to her.

She searched far and wide, eventually finding a druid who told her that her village was attacked because the people of the village were blemished. The woman was horrified that the druid could be so mean to say such an awful thing. She walked off, vowing to never return to listen to the druid again.

But as time wore on the woman began to think, and observe, and think some more. The druid made some sense but he was just so mean. She really didn't want to believe that what the wicked druid said was true. She was troubled. Thereafter, from time to time, the woman would go near the druid's mound and watch. She never spoke or listened to him, she just looked upon him.

The truth is often bad, we don't really want to know it, but we want to be near it as it comforts.