The Truthful Man

There once was a man who always told the truth.  It was not just that he never lied.  He always told the truth.  It was very peculiar talking to him–words and phrases we take for granted he found difficult and had to qualify or elaborate on.  He could not function as a normal human being.

However, he never died.  He continued to age but instead of growing weak and feeble like we do he just grew into further stages of adulthood, stages that we normal humans, contaminated by falsehood,  have never seen.

Eventually his unending life grew weary to him.   But that same thing that committed him to truth would not let him seek death.