The solitude that deepens to the depths of what is.
The reality of what and who all are....
Each individual as one and each compiled as one.
It's the interesting experience to sit back....
To be the silent observer and see the truth behind, without reaction or recognition. Allows insight otherwise not necessarily gained, ... which in turn allows truth behind character.
Judge not, but those who judge do judge and ridicule.
I sit here and am amazed at how truths, for some reason, are so much more difficult for one to swallow than a lie.
Deemed to wear the Scarlet Letter for a truth that bares nothing more than this...
Truth.
Honesty and Truth, ...
Straight from the heart, real experience, no masking, no fibbing, ...
Yet the strain many prove to feel, from what they are conditioned to be or believe, pushes them to cast this letter amongst those that are not afraid to hide the truth, ... yet so many amongst the one's "judging" are no different skinned from the one's they're casting lettered thought on.
Here then, the innocent who know not what to think, fall prey for this vicious circle, look for guidance, and latch on to the theory that truth is bad, revolving round and round.
(Deep sigh) ...
As I sit back and hold on to "Truths will all be told, in time and on time, then all will understand."
Until then, I shall sit and understand.
