~¤~
From the high mountains to the rippling riveR
        Elate your spirit with the Music of your being O           
Eyes that see but don’t see Yourself in me. BlazeS
Like blazes it feels! The quiet & cool I seek inside mE
~¤~
 

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Observing myself in silence(In the age of unproved cyber existence)
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(Still eyeball to eyeball though . . . before, the words were traveling sounds now the words are visible. You now have proof – of who I am when you feel my words. Why do you doubt me Whom do you seek?)
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When someone lies to me I react as I would react if the lie was the truth(real)I keep being myself (inside the modified mental environment the lie creates according to my understanding of it) there is no other way(I make it even more real: the lie).

Then, the One that Knows, the truth, – the liar(Who else knows what the truth is if not the one that know what a lie is?)

then the liar feels who he/she became (the truth truth) when I believed in the lie & who he/she truly is.

The liar will feel who she/he became when I remained faithful to who I am. I never call the bluff. Never do. Who am I to claim that I know your truth?(btw have you ever played the Liar’s dice? It is as fun as writing this text . . . )

This is who I became after I agreed to exist inside the reality you created for us to exist in:  

.I.
don’t
know
.

.I.
don't
know
.

.I.
don't
know
. 

 |I am |
– I keep being myself no matter what  

&  he/she will now know(while smiling at me) which part of her/himself got wounded, the memory of me will be stored inside that wound. As a proof of guilt or a friendly reminder: You are loved. ~

Now and as always:

I forget in order to be able to exist I remember in order to be able to survive. My instincts hold the key to those two doors. Survival & life quality . . . I know one thing though, don’t stay in the same frame of mind more than you ought too.  Feeling safe doesn’t mean that you are safe and that’s what a little bird told me. . . 
 
 

~¤~
From the high mountains to the rippling riveR
        Elate your spirit with the Music of your being O           
Eyes that see but don’t see Yourself in me. BlazeS
Like blazes it feels! The quiet & cool I seek inside mE
~¤~

More about the pudding:
http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/proof-of-the-pudding.html

More about the little bird:
http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/a-little-bird-told-me.html

More about the mental enviroment: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_environment

More about Liar’s dice:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liar's_dice