The Animal with the Mask of a Man

The truth is what we make it seem.
In a world of actors and half-false emotions, what is real, what is truth?
Even our own feelings cannot be trusted, for they are played with and played on by the actions and desires of others. And in the end, most people of the world are only ever interested in that which will benefit themselves the most, and if your own interests fall in line with those of others, then have you found "friends", "companions"? Or have you simply found a fellow traveler on the Road of Life, someone who will take advantage of you and toss you in the road as soon as it would "benefit" them? There is no hope for man in and of himself, for he is a wicked and depraved creature. Ready to do whatever it takes to obtain that which he wants. That is not a man, that is an animal. That is what a man is with out the Truth; nothing but a savage beast, driven by the carnal instincts, serving only himself.


Another one to add to the collection of odd, sleep-deprivation-induced rants... its all so weird...