It's not

that I don't think there is truth;

I just think it's difficult to separate
oneself from societal and personal prejudices.
To see things through a clear lens. To see
things in general. The language is problematic;
for instance words like good or bad. It's like we make up
the categories and then force-fit everything in to these
(according to what categories exist, to what we deem normal/good/real).

God. Bricks. Tobacco. Liar. Journalism. Sushi.
Things
are. But ideas mix in
and words become more important
than what is real.

Man. I need to sell a Barbie Dream House (Copyright).