An Existential Answer: The Rhythm of Reality
Those who were seen dancing were thought insane by those who couldn't hear the music.—Fredrick Nietzsche
We are all dancing to a rhythm, using the meter of our words to govern our interpretation of the facts the world keeps spitting at you. And I would submit that lying is akin to feedback from a verbal amplifier, effectively crippling the dancer. It is almost the same as throwing your car into first gear on the highway of peer-group optics. Yet, holding tight to the mast of veracity, amid a storm of words, is the sailor in us all, striving to navigate an ocean vortex filled with universal untruths. These traps, like landmines of infinite ordinal numbers, are the numeric semantics that occur when we forget to carry the colloquial one. Perhaps the black holes of dishonesty that surround us are simply the universe dividing by zero, creating voids that threaten to swallow us whole.
Truth has currency. While trust is the accrued wealth of honesty. Lying, on the other hand, can plunge you into a Great Depression of the spirit, delivered in the sleek packaging of convenience, a Kindle version of your biography called, "I Sold Out." We are encouraged to dance, like the Planck-length strings in the theory blessed with its own name. How many dimensions can you name? How many universes are you the CEO of? In how many are you homeless?
You can tune your 1969 Chevy "Self" to pay off those dividend stock prices; it can be slammed and its camber set to drift through life’s winding roads. Yet, the true answer only reveals itself at the finish line, much like being emotional while reading aloud the Lotto numbers you never played. In this vast cosmos of possibilities, infinities abound, teasing us with the allure of what might have been.
The most important notes are the ones you don't play.—Sting