“Nothing is ever certain.” Alice Sebold
This Pathology What is a lie and when is it? If it remains unspoken is it a lie at all or just a secret waiting to be told some day with a passion devoid of facts? Or is a lie more an avoidance, a denial of responsibility that a face may be saved to preserve a difficult truth framed by shame? Once the path is well worn it becomes ever so familiar, like an old shoe or a friend, this pathology of gilded words of virtue untruthed, where will it end? ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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