I don’t want to be a stranger in a strange land anymore

'So can you understand why I want a daughter while I'm still young?', but this was, of course, a lie, too. I'm no longer young, and I no longer dream of having a daughter, though I'll want one until the day I die. But then again, everything is a lie, and knowing that, being aware of that, it's the ultimate step towards the truth.

You don't know me, I'll tell you something about me, and then you'll know something about me, but never the full picture, because no one ever does. But I seek. I am a seeker. Not a seeker who's a lover, rather a seeker into the mistery, a seeker of the truth, a seeker for the truth. All is a lie. You think this is real, that life is real, that god is real? It is not. It's as transient as it is eternal, it never was, always was, always is, never is, never will be, always will be. It's Maya as the only divinity that does not lie to us, by gifting us illusion, illusion we accept.
I seek wisdom, here, everywhere and elsewhere. Wisdom I find in the words of others. One such pearl of wisdom informed me that energy doesn't lie. Oh sweet little girl, energy is the biggest of all lies. The father of lies. The source of lies. Energy is volatile and everchanging, it'll never be the same thing for long. It lies. It lies dormant. It lies active. It lies as it changes from one state from the other.
It lies, you lie, I lie, we all all lie, because if we ever told each other the truth, then that would mean curtains for us all, and so deception, subterfuge, illusion, those are the currencies of truth.
'I want to hold her hand and show her some beauty before all this damage is done.', and this was, of course, the truth.