The same question. I ask myself. Over and over. What am I
hiding? Often, I can tell. But not always. I suspect we all have something to
hide. Indeed, a sad state of affairs. When one doesn’t have a clue. And gives
up the search. I want no secrets. I’m bothered by people. Who amble through
life. Without probing their subconscious minds. For the truth. I wonder. If not
knowing the sometimes hard and brutal truth. Is the only way to survive. Perhaps
we all live. On a foundation of profound lies. --Jim Broede
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