真真假假，假假真真。 How much is truth, and how much illusion? How much is just a malignant manifestation of the heart and mind, and how much is rock that can stand the test of time? How much is merely a mirage, and how much is made up of more than refracted light? How to test it, other than staggering towards it, and hoping it never disappears into thin air?
And is this post the product of a feverish brain, or is the fever a product of the thoughts encapsulated herein?
What I thought was solid ground now seems to be thin ice, and I'm in no mood to be exhilarated by the thrill.
