what is truth when we try so damn hard to conceal it, we chuck piles of layers making it seem more complicated than it probably is. Who really wants the truth, the raw form...beautiful. But true beauty always has a sting to it. Can you trust that truth? Who wants it? No one,  either they can't be bothered to dig and get dirty to get to the bottom of things or they really just don't want to hear it.
We take the truth and we contort it so it is incomprehensible not only to others but to ourselves, we take the little black ball or mess and put it in a black box, that then is put in a coffin, that coffin is locked and welded just for good measure, that coffin is placed deep in the ground and then you fill the lot and leave. You don't look back on it, it never happened. So why would you want the truth if you've gone to all that trouble to hide it. Why would anyone else want it?

Again another ramble :) I don't know why, or what it provides to y'all. don't think it makes sense anyway haha.