Non of Non = ...

Fiction, the most honest writing in the world, is all we have. Literally.

All writing in the world is fiction. I'll prove it. Here is a nice, verifiable, non-fiction sentence: "Yesterday, I walked to the car."

Uh-oh, we're already in trouble. "Yesterday". Whose yesterday? Yesterday-now, or yesterday-whenever-this-was-written? It's impossible to say. It really depends on that murky relativistic swamp known as "context". Break it into two words.

Next up in our ostensibly non-ficticious phrase is the word, "I". Wow, don't even get me started on this guy. Who is "I"? Is there a narrator anywhere, ever, whom you can really trust? This is the same narrator who is capable of saying such: "I always lie: this is the truth" and "I think; therefore, I am". You could spend an eternity trying to prove that such things were not fiction. Also, I (me) happen to know that the I (narrator) in this sentence is none other than I (me). Enough on this, I (me, but also narrating now) think we've got the point; but we'll be back.

"Walked". Finally, something solid to stand on. Guilty only of the sin of omission.

"To". At this point, we realize that there is a reason or goal at the end of the walking. The sneaky "I" is not just ambling aimlessly. There is a destination point. Again, this is a matter of reference and trust.

"The"... Yes....

"Car." Oh, the car! Walked to the car! Could there be anything more to say about this? We can be reasonably trusting that the car, as described with the word "car" (deconstructionists take note) is, in fact, a car. But wait, there's more. It happens to be a car that is in relation, somehow, to this highly suspicious "I". Does the car belong to "I"? Is "I" going to steal the car? We don't know, but more than just the simple act of walking to the car, the narrator has chosen to describe this act.

Okay, okay, so all authors are potential liars.

Authors of fiction are just more honest about their lies, and as such, are able to get closer to the truth.

Actually, yesterday (from when this was written), I (me) walked (steadily and with a positive gait, I can assure you) to my (yes, just about) car (pretty well true).

But you'll just have to take my word, for it.