Deception, Reality and Facades  

HotLilSouthAngel 48F
232 posts
11/28/2005 8:37 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Deception, Reality and Facades

Deception and reality can sometimes appear to be the same thing in life. Is deception really something that we, as humans allow others to present to us? Is this a fear of reality in which we allow ourselves to believe what we want to believe? Hiding behind a fa├žade of what will be and what is has to be and what the world forces things to be. Is it chance simply guiding us through the trials and tribulations of what will later become history? Whether it is on some small scale or a worldly scale we toss our veils aside and allow it in. Deception is something we all do to each other. Our little games or our presence as we want others to feel and believe becoming someone’s reality. Is it change we fear and therefore why we allow others to deceive, leaving us mangled souls seeking refuge in chance that the reality will not be what we knew it would be? There are so many unanswered questions leaving us to search for truth, understanding and forgiveness in who, what and how we were deceived. The walls only become higher, stronger and harder to tear down with each deception. Our souls shredded, hiding behind our facades we present to make sure others never see the interior in which the true person resides. Our bodies temples of deceptive architecture.

Whenever, therefore, people are deceived and form opinions wide of the truth, it is clear that the error has slid into their minds through the medium of certain resemblances to that truth.

Socrates BC 469-399, Greek Philosopher of Athens


Keep it bent south,

HotLilSouthAngel


rm_luke69iner 48M
3275 posts
11/29/2005 3:27 am

Fact is Fiction
The heroes of youth just merry rubes
Wearing gilded masks of comedy and tragedy
To hide the tainted truth
We've painted our illusion
To create a saving delusion
But our finger paint is our deceptions
And our only canvas is our shredded soul

"The walls only become higher, stronger and harder to tear down with each deception. Our souls shredded, hiding behind our facades we present to make sure others never see the interior in which the true person resides. Our bodies temples of deceptive architecture."

I think the greatest risk of maintaining our facades is that eventually they start to become our truth and our reality.

The only thing of substance we can have in this existence is the one thing we can never truly own ... Our relationship with people we care for ... Those we feel as close friends who we allow to catch brief glimpses of our true self ... And perhaps lovers who maybe don't know us at all or maybe understand us better than anyone else

Don't build your walls to high Lil. Living separated from everyone is safer but I think it's to empty to survive.

I have my walls too but I don't want to keep everyone out.

For me I think it might be better to risk being deceived by someone you care about than to deceive myself that I can survive without meaningful contact with others.

I'll wait outside your walls in case you need my friendship.

Always,
Luke


S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo
.
~Dante~


rm_luke69iner 48M
3275 posts
11/29/2005 3:28 am

Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right
That is I think it's not too bad
Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Always, no sometimes, think it's me
But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know I mean a "Yes" but it's all wrong
That is I think I disagree
Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever


S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo
.
~Dante~


MillsShipsGayly 51M

11/29/2005 5:08 am

Interesting blog ... HLSA

"The walls only become higher, stronger and harder to tear down with each deception. Our souls shredded, hiding behind our facades we present to make sure others never see the interior in which the true person resides. Our bodies temples of deceptive architecture."

Followed by a stirring ride on your stallion. Good stuff.


zorgnot2 60M

11/30/2005 8:22 pm

I can only observe and react to what I have been presented by others.
Ultimately, I cannot judge or rely fully on any other person.
I can only be honest with others if I have been ruthlessly honest with myself. That is to look, take grounded guidance, contemplate and face what I have become myself.
Self is all any of us have. In that light...Gibran said:
"And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea- boundless and measureless.
Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals."

I allow deception only when I deceive myself.
This search is leading me away from this site.

One last paraphrase as a farewell:
But I did not see, nor did I hear, and it was well.
The veil that clouded my eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it,
And the clay that filled my ears shall be pierced by those fingers that kneaded it.
And I shall see
And I shall hear.
Yet I shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf.
For in that day I shall know the hidden purposes in all things,
And I shall bless darkness as I would bless light.

I scant days, I shall bid a fond adieu.
I wish you all good fortune and a good life and that you all fulfill your dreams.
Namaste,
Johnny


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