I hesitate to repost this. But what the hell. This is still part of history.

Originally posted January 29, 2007.
[reposted because of this]

I don't know what to make of it, really. I don't see the point of all these lies, all these elaborate tales. Wouldn't it be simpler to admit the truth and face the consequences?

I still don't get it; I still don't. Is the truth too terrible an adversary? I think not. Truth can be your most benevolent ally, if you finally accept that it is its own master. You cannot conquer Truth and bend it to your will. Giving up the futile attempt to manipulate Truth is the first step to gaining its absolute allegiance.

I do feel for Kris, I do. But I don't know what to believe anymore. Too much deceit has been spawned. Too much ill intent. How can I sift through the infinite boulders of fiction to find the well concealed pebbles of facts? It's an impossible task. One I am not built for.

This really hurts. This is very painful. Immensely painful. To have given trust so freely and to have it thrown so casually to my face. It's a mockery of my beliefs. It's a mockery of everything I stand for. It's a mockery. Period. And the worst possible insult.