Truth

    According to a 19th century legend, the Truth and the Lie meet one day. The Lie says to the Truth: "It's a marvellous day today!" The Truth looks up to the skies and sighs, for the day was really beautiful. They spend a lot of time together, ultimately arriving beside a well.

    The Lie tells the Truth: "The water is very nice, let's take a bath together!" The Truth, once again suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed is very nice. They undress and start bathing.

    Suddenly, the Lie comes out of the water, puts on the clothes of the Truth and runs away. The furious Truth comes out of the well and runs everywhere to find the Lie and to get her clothes back. The World, seeing the Truth naked, turns its gaze away, with contempt and rage.

    The poor Truth returns to the well and disappears forever, hiding therein, its shame.

    Since then, the Lie travels around the world, dressed as the Truth, satisfying the needs of society, because, the World, in any case, harbours no wish at all to meet the naked Truth.

Aptly Titled

 I am beginning to truly understand, that some part of my brain was functioning at full speed when I named this site.

Let's call this woman "Leora"...

Let us also say, that I am totally and irrevocably in love with her.

For a guy that loves to love my humans, I have also kept corners of my own heart safe. Perhaps "blocked" is a better word. But for me, that has always held the same meaning.

I was married to my best friend for thirty years. And still in love with her. And honestly didn't really believe that such could happen, ever again.

Coasting for six years hadn't shown me that I was wrong. And more than a few mistakes, in those six years, resulting in a place where it was hard to think I even deserved to have a real life, again.

And yet, Leora actually makes me feel like I can share any fault, happenstance, emotion or evil mistake.

I have always been someone that most feel like they can talk to. I talk quite a lot, actually. Generally, just to ease other humans into a conversational direction, that doesn't feel forced. Leora appears to be socially-adept, but is more home-body material than even I am.

She is good at conversation, entertaining others, making them feel welcome and loved, and yet tells me that she doesn't really feel that way. As badly as I screwed up my transition from young to (what?) (a little more mature and responsible?), I at least knew a lot of support from my wife. To include my kids, really, since they tend to still put up with my after-antics.

And though I fall more deeply in love with Leora, with every conversation and touch, the worst part is that it's not a phase or a passing infatuation. I am actually loving her. I am suddenly willing to risk all that armor and those blocked spaces of my soul, just to give her the kind of support that I know is the only way two people can stay together.

Gradients are turning into more solid versions of black and white.

Here we go again...

 ... At the risk of sounding like an old '80's song...

Oh, wait.

I sound like every sappy song that has ever been put out there.

For all the armor that I put in place, there will always be a woman that can at least dent it. Any smithy could tell you stories about what dents do to armor.

I don't even have a code name for this one. She didn't dent my armor. 

She destroyed it.