The opiate of the masses
The truth is a two-edged sword. It liberates you, but sometimes what it liberates you from is yourself. It cuts to the bone, severing tendons and muscle and ligaments. Nothing stands in its way when it comes to dividing truth from fiction. Sometimes what it makes you see is the very thing you want to hide from. Love doesn't matter. I'm not a cynic. It's not just bitterness talking. I mean, of all the things in the world that matter, love is at the bottom. Money matters. Good health, sure. Family, friends, a good head on your shoulders, maybe an education or a job with a good benefits package; all of that matters. Love, well, love is Tinsel Town stuff, frippery, the kind of thing that sells books and movies because people like to believe in it, but it's absolute shit. My whole life, I thought love mattered. Sitting here now, I realize nothing could be further from the truth. Human love is not worth spit. There is no human good enough to die for, or, well, to lo...