Slepilo je oružje protiv vremena i prostora; naš život je jedno jedino, ogromno slepilo, izuzev ono malo stvari koje saznajemo zahvalјujući našim sić… - Elias Canetti

Books have no life; they lack feeling maybe, and perhaps cannot feel pain, as animals and even plants feel pain. But what proof have we that inorganic objects can feel no pain? Who knows if a book may not yearn for other books, its companions of many years, in some way strange to us and therefore never yet perceived?

Ehrgeiz ist der Tod des Denkens.

Is there still a possibility of public truth?
The prime condition for that would be that you pose your own questions, not just answer them. The questions of others have a distorting influence, one adapts to them, accepts words and concepts that should be avoided at all costs.
Ideally, you should use only words which you have filled with new meaning.