A beautiful Lie.
As for us humans – I don't think
there is any more left to us than self-pity.
And I do believe this is a beautiful
word. Funny isn't it? How language can create such contradicted
impressions. You can live the beautiful lie of a sound or understand
the meaning behind it. But in The very moment you do – something
dies.
Something is fully and inevitably
interrupted.
You can't go back there. You have the
information, that was enough to kill the lie.
The lie
is dead.
And so is the beauty? Well is it? Can
you believe there is something more to a word than its meaning? Can
you believe in the truth and the lie at the same time? Well most of
us do.
Eventhough it is a paradox. We do.
Maybe we don't realize it, but we do live the truth and the lie –
both at the same time. Our "world" is basically the same
word as "paradox".
Or at least this is what I am telling
myself
over and over and over and over and
over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
This
is my
beautiful lie.
It doesn't help me.
I just took
the l away. Out of this
word.
