It is not a mystery that believers believe... lies,
that followers follow... liars.
Because it is not a mystery that believers... believe,
that followers... follow.
What is true is not a mystery.
What is not true
is.
Real Anyway
A black hole could not fill the depth and breadth of all that is not true. Still, we scramble to fill every ounce and every inch of today as if tomorrow is a yesterday that never was.
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We don't know what a performer is planning to stage, now or later or never or soon...
so we muse.
We don't know what what an executive is planning to execute, now or later or never or soon...
so we speculate.
We don't know what a leader is planning to say or do, now or later or never or soon...
so we wonder.
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Because we know, we really know: performers and executives and leaders lie. Such that performers and executives and leaders cannot be trusted to tell the truth, not really.
Because what is true is not a mystery,
is it?
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Too often, to solve a mystery, we muse and we speculate and we wonder. But this does not solve a mystery. This piles onto what is not true.
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So all the musing and speculating and wondering in the world, solves nothing. To solve a mystery, our compass must point without fear, unerringly towards what is true.
That is not what believers believe or who followers follow. Because what believers believe and who followers follow is too often,
a black hole of all that is not true.
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Still, how... diversionary, infinite invention, how... banal, to be lied to in real time. As though the joke is neither what believers believe nor who followers follow, but
lies and liars all the way down,
hahahahahahaha.
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Never mind: this is not only true, this is not funny.
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We don't know what a somebody or a nobody is planning, now or later or never or soon... we don't know what a stranger or a neighbor is planning, now or later or never or soon... but we do know what we are planning, now and later and never and soon.
Because we know
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we are not a mystery
knit of what is not true. And
if we know that, then we know
the compass that must point unerringly towards what is true,
points to ourselves.
Because we know
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what is not true... is not real anyway.
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What is not true... is a mystery. It is both bottomless and endless... the depth and breadth of all that is not true.
Because what is not true... is lies and liars all the way down.
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So while it is theoretically possible to know the truth as to what, say, an appointed jurist or an elected servant of the people or an official mouthpiece, for example, is planning to say or do, now or later or never or soon,
it is also theoretically possible to know that such appointed jurist and such elected servant of the people and such official mouthpiece are planning to dissemble and deceive and distort and disinform, now and later and always and soon enough.
Because we know
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what is true is not a mystery.
What is a mystery... is that a hypothetically immortal absolute sovereign endorses lies and liars all the way down. After all, what is not true...
is not real anyway.
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