Being told by new friends I should write my ideas down.
I chuckle. No feather ruffled. Just a bit bemused
by how convinced
that all of which
they are ignorant
Never asked to see it.
Didn’t inquire about it.
It isn’t real.
And it makes me feel like a liar.
Like here I am sitting on a double-egg secret
refusing to be caught sharing it. When I’m not.
I cherish the idea of an audience.
The few I’ve had so far ran so far
that remembering their faces,
recalling their brake lights fading,
seems more gesture than decision.
But they taught me an invaluable lesson.
One new friends are not likely to ever offer.
People crave ignorance like a drug.
Giving them truth is not giving them a thing at all.
In any regard.
But taking away their favorite toy.
The great timeless game all humanity can not help but play.
And it is called by the name plausible deniability.
Out of sight. Out of mind. Head in the sand.
Willful ignorance. Fake innocence.
Like using a blindfold to turn off the lights instead of the switch.
I have no fear of more powerful persuasion than going to God
in my final instance
and actually claiming ignorance.