Lies. A world built on lies. All my words are lies because I can't capture the truth, my truth and your truth in words. All words, all books are lies twisted out of a reality beyond the words built from the imaginations of others.
Can you capture my value or any one's value by a mathematical equation? No you can't and nor should you. With numbers you can tell larger lies that approach the infinite.
So where do you find the truth? In a moment of love beyond the infinite and less than the smallest quota of the finite. Is love only a word? We all know better than that.
To love everything, the good along with the evil and know everything as a living thing that you are part of is the greatest of all loves. I have been given many gifts in a magical life that becomes more magical each day.
What of magic, is it real? No it is only a beautiful lie we tell ourselves because we can't see the truth. No magic words cast in spells can be found in this or any other reality.
This post was inspired by the blog Nardeeisms and the post in that blog; Song of the day:
In a New York Minute-Don Henley