What is as it was without a cause for because?

Not fudged or stance budged or indignantly nudged

Unpersuaded away from its constant array

Liars final resort of final retort

Companion of laws without fault or know flaws

A Kings promise of freedom of this is what leads 'em

Lens to knowledge through which falsehoods abolished

Coherence to fact is what gives it its knack

Said to be absolute from the mouths of kings

Not one false step in its in betweens

Lurks like dark 

Lives without spark

Travels without flue as the universal glue

Stands, llike some, stalwort and calm

even in the fury of hell it wouldn't be wrong

Too ubiquitous to quell

The evasive stool on which thinkers wish to dwell

Masses consent to make of it some sence

A social construction by imperfect deduction

Its aim doesn't miss or its omnipresence dismissed

Not purposed to please or bring fate to its knees

Ugliness hides from where this and beauty reside

As fair as the glare from a bare angels stare

Right as Pythagorases most famous theorem

Drunk as a monk on veritas serem

"Pardon me boy but i've no need to be coy

Concurrently sir I remain undeterred

Honestly ma'am, I always was what I am"

What am I?