Art and lies

Philosophy is for me another way of hiding behind myself. When the truth seems to crude to handle, when I want to paint myself in adorable colours no matter what. I am smart enough to produce a series of philosophical sentences. A friend of mine said this was rather impermeable. And he had the key for reading my writing. Finally it is just me who has the absolute key to the meaning of what I say. I lie as an artistic device. The thesaurus even gives the politically correct phrase "to be economical with the truth". In my case there is nothing economical about it. I need to let it out. If you won't allow me, I will lie about it. Life, my life, your life with me is a mingle of truth and lies, all that I could spare. Why lie about it? The best thing I can do is be honest about my lying. I border art, where nobody cares about lying. In fact embellishments are the essence of art.

All that said, I wouldn't say I am a liar. Not even an artist. I am just honest to myself. And that is more than I can say about so many whom I know. Mankind has a passion for selfdelusion. Mine looks like a harmless sin: a cocktail of contradiction.