you are god made flesh, participating in a strange, convoluted terrestrial game. there are forces about that utterly despise you for your freedom to choose. you can play any and all roles imaginable here – and likely already have….
we work hard to maintain appearances, don’t we? be it banks, government, our schools, churches, the media, or our own selves, there is virtually unnoticeable progress, and instead, slowly swirling eddies of superficial, endless noisemaking….
there’s a point in every relationship when you finally get past the need to sell yourself, to show off your best qualities and virtues, and even bullshit a little about who you’re not really at all….