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“… in service of the muse.”

Carrying a lie so big has killed my soul. Robbed me of any joy I might have had in this life.

Almost every thought. Were I not to share this, no one would know. And I would sail away that perfect enigma.

Maybe you have tried to be your true self, here and there. How did that work for you? No, you’re smart, like me. You’ve hidden your truth so deep inside that no one will ever know. You will pass into… beyond perfect enigma, a mystical creature of great worth and seething dishonesty, unknown by even those closest to you, those who love you unconditionally and would forgive every thought, no matter how depraved.

We’re all hiding something. Big or little, tragic or unseemly. We keep our deep secrets; we hold our truths close to the vest. We don’t share our true minds with anyone. Not really. No matter the words that come from your mouth or your fingertips on the keyboard, they are filtered. If they weren’t, you would have no one. You would travel this life in a lonely world, one of your own making. An outcast. An exile.

We’re all faced with choices, moment by moment, as we embark on our lives. There’s no way to know what a day will bring—Joy? Abundance? Fear? Chaos? Terror? Death? When darkness falls, when you lay down your head, you are a different person than the moment your eyes opened hours before. Your day is driven by inexorable forces seen and unseen, felt and unfelt. You choose… drink… exercise. Murder that person.

Love me some grumpy old men

Individualism erodes social structures - leads to fighting over limited resources eventually

3-4% of gossiping truly malicious… type of storytelling

Listening to gossip allows us to adapt to our surroundings.