It has become utterly apparent to me, that almost everything I thought I believed in and relied upon was some version of an unremitting, long adapted and continually revised lie.
Although there are some truths still worth believing in, I have found that it is often difficult to distinguish between what is real and what I have imagined to be real.
I am in the midst of a prolonged and detailed reassessment of my values, as a person and as an American.
No longer will I continue the march to some enigmatic beat, toward an unknown destination.
No longer will I happily and busily relegate myself to be a subject'.
I am searching for that ever elusive truth, that I gre