My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

And I realized a wondrous truth: that knowledge could be our treasure, that there were things humankind knew that we did not, that our conquest need not comprise taking and killing, but could consist of our mutual conquest of ignorance and distrust.

Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?

Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.