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skonen_bladesThe cost of admitting the truth is the price of admission to honesty.
If you can’t face the music, you can’t hear the orchestra. Life is music and lies are earmuffs. They keep your ears warm but they make you deaf. If you scream your lies, you will disturb the other people at the orchestra so just think them. Keep them to yourself and no one will ever have to know unless they talk to you. Not many people will do that because they’re here for the orchestra but you’re sitting the wrong way, pointed away from the music, and that’s hard not to notice.
We are all so easily read. I don’t know anyone who isn’t freakishly perceptive. It’s just that most people don’t know how to act on what they’re seeing or would prefer not to. Like Eeyore said, “Not all of can and some of us won’t. And that’s all there is to it.” Helping hands help themselves here. Rounds of applause merely add to the noise. Like one hand giving the other a spanking for being bad, punishing yourselves to show your appreciation for the orchestra. If you’re paying attention to it.
The lies that deafen us keep us focused inward and the orchestra is magnetic, unavoidably THERE at the front of the hall playing lovely music to distract us. Playing songs of the future and songs of the past. Keeping you here in the now but above all, playing. Playing to help us be comfortable and to entertain us. It’s necessary to pay attention to it.
But you also have to look around. You have to look at each other. Hardly anyone ever does unless they’re bored. That’s a valid reason but it’s much better to look around on purpose. To watch your fellow patrons.
And maybe see someone looking back.
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If you can’t face the music, you can’t hear the orchestra. Life is music and lies are earmuffs. They keep your ears warm but they make you deaf. If you scream your lies, you will disturb the other people at the orchestra so just think them. Keep them to yourself and no one will ever have to know unless they talk to you. Not many people will do that because they’re here for the orchestra but you’re sitting the wrong way, pointed away from the music, and that’s hard not to notice.
We are all so easily read. I don’t know anyone who isn’t freakishly perceptive. It’s just that most people don’t know how to act on what they’re seeing or would prefer not to. Like Eeyore said, “Not all of can and some of us won’t. And that’s all there is to it.” Helping hands help themselves here. Rounds of applause merely add to the noise. Like one hand giving the other a spanking for being bad, punishing yourselves to show your appreciation for the orchestra. If you’re paying attention to it.
The lies that deafen us keep us focused inward and the orchestra is magnetic, unavoidably THERE at the front of the hall playing lovely music to distract us. Playing songs of the future and songs of the past. Keeping you here in the now but above all, playing. Playing to help us be comfortable and to entertain us. It’s necessary to pay attention to it.
But you also have to look around. You have to look at each other. Hardly anyone ever does unless they’re bored. That’s a valid reason but it’s much better to look around on purpose. To watch your fellow patrons.
And maybe see someone looking back.
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