A little bit of sense

Honesty, I do but why?
Honor, respect, trust:
if they'll never discover
and you keep it up
and remember who and what:
it can only help.

I feel - the first time I've written on the blog about how I feel - displaced, neglected, I must make people interested and keep them so, what a hassle! I can't give too much, overwhelming, only a little at a time. But I give so much so quickly and then run out of insight and they get bored and begin to get bored with everyone. Tonight I said again: "I'm tired of the truth". He won't even fully understand it, he understands what the game is, but has not come to understand himself: I guess we can never fully come to understand ourselves but we must at least attempt to and struggle with this to understand others, life, and being for we are all we can know of existence. Truculence must be restrained or else everyone will go insane from having come to realize too much: and even when I try to avoid knowing knowing we cannot know that we know anything but this, possibly that I am, I still presuppose that there is an underlying reality to existence! I feel gone. Full submission so as to not reveal the secrets that must not be revealed: as Kipling said "If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools".