Why do we abhor falsity; first in ourselves, then in others? Could it be because we are so conditioned to desire some sort of governed security that any hint of a ‘break in that foundation’ causes in us an unsettling fear of unmentionable proportion?  We strive endlessly to protect the lies we have created and surrounded for ourselves, we will do just about anything, short of murder to keep our beloved fortress in tact. We conduct our lives in such a pristine manner, trying to do things right, as close to perfect as is feasibly possible and last but not least, in synchronized order. Blah. Blah. Blah. We act as if we know what we’re doing! 

 What blazing verbose idiots we are. We, not only, don’t have a clue, we don’t even smell the first hint of an aroma of what is to be done with and in our unlived lives. Because we blatantly refuse to see the other side of the argument, or to be proven wrong, in addition to accepting the fact that there’s much more unseen than seen in this old world, we end up lying in spite of our best efforts to do otherwise. We continue to uphold a false front no matter how much it hurts or seems ridiculous as if our lives depended on it. We accuse others of doing the very things we despise in ourselves. In other words, “…we gag on a gnat and swallow a camel…” (Paraphrased)

If we would but consciously listen to our overused words when talking or how much we reinforce our left-over statements of memorized and familiar scenarios of importance or deflation, we would but see how fictitious we are in our everyday dealings. So how can it be any other way than we are the accused transmitters of the lies we so vehemently detest? False vehicles who work tirelessly to convince ourselves and others of a conditioned way of life we have grown so comfortable with, we simply will not be defeated.  We spend countless hours engaged in monotonous meaningless conversations that either validate or secure our sacredly held positions and badly tattered worlds. No matter how isolated, uncertain, and bored we feel, we fight to the death to remain exactly as we are; miserable, mad and false.

How many countless lies do we tell when we say we are seeking for more understanding?  We don’t want understanding; we want agreement, acknowledgment, appreciation, adoration, and acceptance.  We want to restate our grief and/or accomplishments.  We want someone to admire, respect, validate  and uphold our decisions as we go on and on in an exhausting convincing dialogue with no possible resolve. However, the moment someone else disagrees with us, or solicits an unwarranted opinion, we immediately jump into a presumptuous conclusion, or worse yet, a defensive condemning demeanor. Whenever we vehemently defend our position, we are at that instant the most deceptively vain and apprehensive.