Perhaps our lives are all a great work of fiction, a grand lie authored supposedly for our benefit but rarely ever giving us a fair piece of the action, or the profits.
I could go on for sometime proving to you that certain things that I write about did not actually happen, or I did not actually feel such and such a way about a particular thing. Perhaps, I was simply bullshitting for the sake of creating art. Or I could try and convince you that everything you know is but a lie.
A little make-believe or a little pretend is hardly bad. It’s vital to play. There is such a thing as too much work. My issue has been that people will often take things simply at face value. People in our day and age covet gossip and half-baked ideas and “half-truths” (if there is truly such a thing) that can only go to damage our perceptions about things.
Too many of us take such misinformation to heart without using true powers of observation. I’m not saying this is true of everyone. Sometimes I make sweeping generalizations to my detriment. But overall, I see far too much in the way of lies and fables.
I aim to make sure that everything I put in print is true. How I may dress my words, my opinions, my reflections, and yes, even my fables and fictions may appear to be lies. But I can assure you that they are always veiled truths when you consider them long enough.