I suppose if I had to put it into words, it would be something like this:
We are all just trying to survive. Some of us are forced to find something to hold onto that won't break under pressure. For me, that thing has to be the truth.
It’s not about changing doctrine or fighting institutions; it’s about a personal, non-negotiable need to see what is real. Truth isn't something you can just believe in. It has to be grounded. It has to be something you can find for yourself, and that others can find, too, no matter how they approach it.
I know the search is frightening. I know there are paths I still don't have the strength to walk down. But I have to prioritize truth over faith, over religion, and even over my own comfort, because it’s the only thing that feels permanent.
In the end, truth is simply that which I cannot deny. No matter how hard I run, how cleverly I hide, or what arguments I build against it—it remains. It’s the thing you can’t escape, defeat, or trick.
Maybe that doesn’t make for a good member, but I have to believe it’s the path to becoming a good person. And that’s the only thing that’s more important.