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Some things are just unavoidable.
Pain, for instance, is unavoidable. Try as you might, guard yourself with the highest walls and most elaborate defense systems, choose your comrades as carefully as practicality dictates, and all to no avail. In the midst and despite all your best efforts, there is still pain. Pain doesn't signify much- it humiliates and worries, and it produces guilt and fear, but from what? Just itself. We fear and loathe pain. The cause of it doesn't matter so much: everything causes pain.
I encounter proof that no matter how much anyone loves me does not mean that they are above betrayal. Everything betrays. You do, I do, it's a fact of our muddled and confused human relationships that betrayal is just another function of love.
And we lie. Nothing, not one thing, nothing ever stops the lies.
Pain, for instance, is unavoidable. Try as you might, guard yourself with the highest walls and most elaborate defense systems, choose your comrades as carefully as practicality dictates, and all to no avail. In the midst and despite all your best efforts, there is still pain. Pain doesn't signify much- it humiliates and worries, and it produces guilt and fear, but from what? Just itself. We fear and loathe pain. The cause of it doesn't matter so much: everything causes pain.
I encounter proof that no matter how much anyone loves me does not mean that they are above betrayal. Everything betrays. You do, I do, it's a fact of our muddled and confused human relationships that betrayal is just another function of love.
And we lie. Nothing, not one thing, nothing ever stops the lies.