Sunday, September 20, 2015

White Rabbit and JULIE davise


"The trouble with lying and deceiving is that their efficiency depends entirely upon a clear notion of the truth that the liar and deceiver wishes to hide." Hannah Arendt

 
When things become convoluted; when deception and manipulation are abundant; when trust becomes extinguished – we lose our way.  We lose our truth.  We lose certainty and confidence, and we cannot maintain temperance.

A blatant lie here, a little white lie there, deception without known motives everywhere; and, we are left with skepticism, judgement, and a lack of what we thought was reality.

I once read that the opinions of others have no bearing on one’s reality.  I don’t believe that can be true.  Opinions inadvertently become the influences of our environment.  What is that influences our attitudes carries the burden of altering our reality.

A weary eye.  A closed heart.  A wall built. A division of me from all.  The why of you; the scenarios of reason’s possibilities; the question – to what end?; the revealing truth of you – it is truly self-indulgent desire.  I cannot contribute.  I cannot feed you.  Because I can see you.

Justifications of nobility are always lies.  Nobility needs no defense, nor does it require justification.  When your actions and words are motivated by nobility, justifying them – defending them, destroys the purity and renders nobility dead and tells your lies.

I see your post designed to manipulate my ideas.  You think you’re subtle.  You think I don’t know what you fail to accomplish.  You are unaware you are failing, because you think I’m blind.  You think you’re sneaky and conniving.  You are not.

The insult to my intelligence, and my moral character you must possess – it is laughable.  Your belief you know me so well; your confidence that your posts will move me, change me, lead me to what you try to manipulate my thoughts to conclude; these speak of your own weakness of mind and spirit.

You wanted what was never yours.  It never will be.  Whether I am gone or whether I am present, that which you seek to steal you will never possess.  You live a delusion.  Your daydream is fiction.

I gave you what you wished to create in me.  I mocked your existence through your own tactics.  I never wavered.  Ridiculous that you believed “it was working.”  Laugh at you we did.  Played games with you we did.

We will keep on keeping on.  And you will still be a joke.