In the words of Jessica Chastain’s Murph on Interstellar:
Did you know?
It was all a sham?

I’m a big Cristopher Nolan’s fan. Even as he works in a medium such as cinema that facilitates the art of the illusion of story telling, I feel that he does it with integrity, creating his own mock-ups vs CGI thus telling us the illusion is only an illusion, specifically because the mock-up is real. Ok, maybe I’m trying to stretch an idea that I don’t know how to communicate.

My point is that Socrates was right, and we live in a shadow show and we only see a screen. But many had convinced us that the screen is the reality, and they will sell us that their lie.

And we follow.
And for some reason we have believed all the lies the snake oil salesman tells. And maybe because we are so empty and so hurt we want to believe.
Maybe because if the snake oil salesman is telling the truth, our parents and all the people who were supposed to protect us and not to enslave us were also telling us the truth.
But maybe our parents wanted us to fill in their void of loneliness and despair. The President employees for his corporations. And God created us to alleviate its loneliness.

But we are desperate people and we cannot deal with truth and loneliness. And girls deal with miniskirts and men with pseudoscience and wealth. And we all go running after both. What the miniskirt hides and what the wallet secures. What could have been everything but is nothing.

Why do we insist in believing the wrong thing?
I don’t know.
We are all thirsty for emptiness.
We are drunk with madness.

Kind of off-track, but I used to lust after beauty and youth, but now I think all that is also a sham. And I go like a madman trying to turn rocks on my desert walks to try to find beauty under the stars, in the imagination behind my mind, in the one who is not afraid of truth nor lies.

I need to go back to write. Hopefully in a few days. Maybe we can all heal together. Maybe together is not an euphemism (for loneliness? Isolation?)

Take care my friend.
Pablo