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SeeingEyeRefugee

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2. Prologue
Wed Nov 17, 2021, 01:20 PM
Nov 2021

Last edited Wed Nov 17, 2021, 04:49 PM - Edit history (2)

In late 1958 a boy was born. That much is fact. Quickly circumcised, whisked to the loving home of his loving parents, and told for the first of many times the most horrible thing an innocent child can be told: how special he is. For that child...naive, unprotected, defenseless...will grow to believe that he is, in fact, special. And when that child, so trusting, grows to later discover that he is not, in fact, special...well, every certainty, every assumption, every dogma, every belief, is then called into doubt. That much is also fact.

After that, there is no truth here. Don’t even look. Nor lies.
A Truth implies insight. A Lie implies dishonesty. There’s none of that here. Just a disjointed story, a fantasy. A faulty memory of reality, blended with delusion, fiction, and fever dreams.

That is my position. To admit otherwise would be too painful.

𝙱𝙳⁄𝚂𝙴𝚁

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This writing is very grounding...real... Trueblue Texan Nov 2021 #5
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