There are two types of people you shouldn’t trust in this
world (three if you include lawyers). Never trust an actor because they are a
habitual and professionally trained liar. They be anyone at any time.
And never, ever, on any account,
trust an author… as they are the ones who feed the actors the lie.
The author is the master craftsmen of story, of motive, of
opportunity, of the human psyche. The author can make you reflect on your own life in
ways you don’t understand, and cry about it later and talk about it with your
book club friends over a glass of wine and tissues.
It is in this mood, I posit the following. The most
dangerous item known throughout the history of man is the blank canvas. It has liberated the captive, slain the oppressor, divided the unified,
and unified the divided. The ink truly commands the sword, the bullet, the
target, the lie.
And we fall for it.
Never has such a cacophony been heard from both groups, the
actors and the authors, been in collusion to delude the intellect, and capture
the mind in an every spinning and sticky web of conspiracy and fandom.
Using this canvass and ink, relying on the divisiveness of the deliberating lawyer, and leaning on the stage and command of the actor...
I got
away with becoming King.
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