musing - part .... infinity, volume 1

Generally, to speak of the truth is always tricky. It is more tricky when you speak of the truth that's contrary to common belief. It is at its most tricky when you speak of the truth that you truly believe in while some, if not most, think of it as a big lump of farce. It is at its worst when you eventually find out that you are the last person to know about the truth because you hide the surprise for too long that the unicorn is already rotting dead. 

It's been a long while since I blogged.

I talk to myself most of the time. However, I find it best that I see the written words of my thoughts rather than imagining these formed letters floating just above my forehead, instantly gone by the slightest of  distractions. It is good to have my will to do a blog overcoming the bucolic, lazy time. Since this is the sanctuary where my lies and truthfulness wear discreet masks, I'm glad I made this first entry in months.

To avoid digressing, the highest level of trickery of truth is the effect. I hate questions for they don't help. They exacerbate.