The measure of a man is not in the truths he tells others, but in the lies believed by his heart. The stubborn fantasies and inconsistent fabrications of reality that makes all sleep well at night. Their internal monologue and view of their world depend on lies embedded in their psyche and lull them to partake of each day without despair. Do not look to the man for the truths he shares with the world. No, it is the lies he tells himself that are his true measure.

Seeing past this mask and into the heart of a man is to peer into absolute darkness.

Be glad we don’t look deeply into the true psyche of mankind; for our civilization is built high upon the lies of decency inherit to our species. This isn’t negativity. Merely the heritage of our ancestry. To deny this is to deny truth, and then we truly have done little to evolve from the animals with which we came to behave with the decency as humans with which we aspire.