A little something

[adamkade]

The eyes that I see with are not my eyes. They do not peak truth to me. They percieve what is not real. They experience that which I am not.
This that I experience is not me. It is a lie.
My inner eye; the eye that is not my eye, yet is not experienced by those around me, it is true. They that listen to the eye that lies, therein falseness abides.
If their lie was truth their tongue would not speak it. They have no tongue with which to speak . That they have a tongue is a lie. Their sense of smell too is mere shadow of itself. Touch too.
The physical world itself world is merely a representation of the true world.
It is behind this world. It is not a shadow of this, this is a shadow of it.
My words are false, a word is by its very nature false. It is a representation of something else and so is not the real thing. You are perceiving me through a reflection of a reflection. A reflection is not the real thing, it is not me.