With each answer we are given lies the end of a question, the end of a search, and a tiny death of knowledge. With each lie spoken resurgence in knowledge is made, an obstacle in the path; in the search...in life's search, in the unanswered questions we live for. In the beating of your heart, the breath in your lungs, the blood in your veins, lays a question with no answer, a question of vast solitude and immense depth. Life is a series of unanswered questions and death...death is a reflection of the lies we believe to be answers, so in essence truth is obsolete, truth is what we want it to be, what we need it to be, truth is whatever we use to keep us alive.
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