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Originally Posted by wernerherzogsid
Every morning when we rise from our own private dreamlands, we each stare in the mirror at our own true selves. If only for a moment, through bleary eyes and under fluorescent lights humming softly to themselves a song only they know, we are given a window into our own souls.
Then, in a habit that long ago ceased being a conscious choice, we put on the mask we wish to show the world, and step out into the masquerade party that is daily human existence.
Authenticity is a luxury afforded only to shut-ins and those stranded on desert islands, isolated from the rest of humankind.
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And while we're at it …
Poets priests and politicians
Have words to thank for their positions
Words that scream for your submission
G. Sumner