The heart of men
We know what lurks in the shadows behind us. Around us. Over our heads, watching us from the safety of darkness. We know what threat it poses, what power it has. We fear it. We know that we cannot fight it. We pretend indifference to keep ourselves from fleeing. We pretend to ignore it, to ignore its presence, to ignore its threat, illuding ourselves into thinking that if we chose not to see it it won't be there, it cannot possibly be there. We are wrong, naturally. Reality is oblivious to our doubts and fears and illusions, and that threat is very much real. We know it, of couse. As we try desperately to build up a wall of illusions, we know they are futile, that in the end they will bring us nothing. Things don't change merely because we wish them to. Sometimes they cannot change even if you pur your greatest and most honest effort into it.