Some time ago, I wrote a piece called Truth Cancer and the Redemption of Rebellion. In it, I observed that:
A cancerous truth is a truth gone berserk. It is a truth used to destroy truth, and ultimately, to destroy people. Cancerous truth is like a fragment of broken mirror; able to both reflect light and inflict wounds. People with truth cancer seize upon some aspect of the whole of God’s truth and form the fixed notion that This and nothing else matters.
But most odd and insidious of all, Truth Cancer tends to mutate into its opposite over time.
Read the piece to get a sense of what I mean, then contemplate the strange spectacle Dom Bettinelli records here.