We say not enough of what we think
We scurry about as if everything is unimportant
Telling one another how important everything is
Our favorites, our likes, our dislikes, our obsessions, our preoccupations
They are only important for the moment they are talked about
So they never know what you really think
And truth is ethereal
Unattainable
And when the truth is natural
The truth becomes inconvenient
It becomes an obstacle and a source of stress
We hold the truth in high esteem as long as she does not talk to us directly.
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And when she does speak to us directly we lend her our deafest ears. turn down the volume of our eardrums. blast the volume of our comforting lies.
we hold truth in high esteem until she crosses us.
I think you should be an author on my blog...and you develop your blog cuz you write very well
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