Suppose I'll have to add a title so that it won't just display the first sentence...

At the very core of my being, I want to believe that homo seriosus is out there. I want to think that there is some person on the face of this planet that can be so wholly removed from bias and emotion that at every turn he is himself: unafraid of himself in such a way that ego cannot stand in the way of truth.

At the same time, I can't picture such a being in my mind; and if I were to come close; I think I would probably be dealing with a sociopath... (but that's a conversation for another time)

Homo seriosus (I'm already tired of typing this clever moniker) would have to be capable of anything, as long as it made sense. He would see the world in two absolute poles, black and white, to be cliche about it. I would not trust him; being that sure of one's self does not inherently mean that he is wise or all knowing.

But I realize that I am a product of western civilization, and as a result of this, I am inherently a humanist. I possess the ability to look at another man and acknowledge that his truth is different than my own and I feel the need to allow him his truth so long as he shall allow me mine. The fact that I am curious about another man's truth at all is solid proof that I am not homo seriosus, and neither is anyone else. 

The first thing we do when we meet someone new is endeavor to learn this man's truth. Who is this man? Do his values mirror mine in such a way that we might be able to be friends? Did he vote for G.W? If we were seriosus we wouldn't care. He could be he, and I could be I, but we wouldn't endeavor to know each other.

Wouldn't it be great If we could convince everyone we met to see the Truth( The grand truth... not my truth). Isn't that why we practice Rhetoric, though, so that I may have the ability to give you my truth and you shall be able to give me your truth? As a result, your truth, and my truth, will be forever changed.