I’ve only known a few people in my life
who are not liars.
Sounds attractive, but nobody likes them.
It’s a very practical way of detaching from the world:
become honest and no one will want to be around you anymore.
No one wants mirrors, everybody wants biased portrait painters
who are not afraid to waste colors.
There’s a lot to be uncomfortable about
there’s so much room to grow
but the irresistible comfort of self-deception is just too great.
Truth hurts.
The word for a devotee is satyam, which means truthful in sanskrit.
(the funny thing is that a lot of devotees are the most pretentious people I’ve ever met)
There’s no question of becoming
spiritually perfected as a liar.
I’m a resentful painter
I blame you for forcing me to lie
but I’m not ready to let go of the
false image that you have of me.
I could choose to be alone
I could choose it every second.
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