Every day we pretend; living in a land of make-believe, we play dress-up and live the day, the moment, happily-ever-after. I suppose this is more functional than the alternative: to be truthful, living in a land of sensibility where we could respond reasonably to reality and live the day, the moment, for the future. This latter option feels more right; but it would be dysfunctional because we would ALL have to completely not care how we are perceived by others. As a species we have become incapable of this level of selfless regard.

I am cold. I am always cold. I am chilled by the callous disdain we pretend to not have. I am astounded by the unrefined ignorance exhibited daily by pretentious pinheads. I am constantly stopped in my tracks by the frozen sludge of bureaucracy.

Raw, biting, bitter, icy, (and largely successful) attempts to grab and hold on to power, (made by those who want us to pretend that the status quo is best), keeps those who work to advance truthful sensibility from moving forward.

Until a large majority of us stop pretending, we will be unable to respond reasonably to reality. And until we are able to respond reasonably to reality, we will remain an endangered species. And if we are unable to respond reasonably to reality soon, it may be too late; if it is not already.

We find warmth in make-believe and dress-up and happily-ever-after. When we strip away these trappings, we find ourselves cold. So, encouraged by pinheads, we snuggle back up, deep inside our fuzzy cloaks of invisibility and we allow the status to quo.

Better to be cold.