Confessions Of A Human Being

Everything that I say and do, and every thought I entertain, has a motive.

If I'm speaking, like I am right now, I am acting towards an agenda.

My agendas are never singular, and one is always more obvious than the other other.

That one is obvious, and the other not so obvious, isn't an accident. The one conceals the other.

I am selfish by my very nature. My selfless motives, conceal my selfish motives.

My selflessness itself, extends only to the extend of the borders of my peripheral sense of self. My kin, my people, my friends, my species, my planet, my universe, my this and my that.

Truth, is not in my best interest, and presumably, and evidently, I have evolved the ability to conceal it, and evade it, or alter it.

My world is not one of nature and reality. But a collectively maintained cocoon of my kinds design, and making.

In the nested layers this artificial and mental cocoon, I am safe from all of the truths of reality which surround me like cosmic background radiation.

The only truly honest thing I've ever said, was nothing at all.

The only truly selfless thing I ever did, was nothing at all.

The only truth I really know, is the depth of my own lies.

Therefore my world and my life is a grand game of poker. The thing at stake may take many different forms. Some gross, some subtle. But the currency beneath it all, is my sense of self. My identity. My individual separate existence.

I am playing this game, just like my ancestors did. And like all of them, until the fateful day that must come, when the truth will refuse to be ignored. And the game, and all my winnings, must be given up, and the curtains of self-deception and the insanity of my kinds mental nature, finally dropped.

In the mean time, until that day comes, it's a useful thing to remember, that we're all ultimately just playing an insanely elaborate game of bluff.

The only question, is which layer of the onion is the bluff?

I'm bluffing you right now, and I probably even know how.