There is no need to dress up the truth. The truth is evident in your words. It is written on your face, rings in your voice, and flashes in your eyes- like understandin' the MEANIN' of THAT look in your lovers eyes. That same auora surrounds a balanced man. When he passes you by...you can't help but notice him (or her), whether you want to or not.
Studied sincerity is a fucking stiletto in your back. The wolf's offered friendship to the lamb is a trap. Avoid them above all.
Your soul may become a perfect sphere when it neither pushes out after something, or shrinks back into itself. It should shine with a radiance by which it sees the truth of ALL things... including the truth of itself.
