Life is all about procreation, competition, survival, and lying. We lie to win. We lie to survive. And when we are young we often lie to convince a woman that we are a good prospect for sex and procreation.

Mostly; life is about lies. We cling to three illusions that we live our lives by - as if they were realities. There's the secret reality in our own minds where we more often than not lie to our selves so as to reinforce our fragile sense of self worth. Then there's the social reality where the lies we tell ourselves don't seem to jibe with societies lies; so we put on a mask and pretend. And then there's the physical reality where everything looks to be rock solid: but nowadays we know that it's mostly empty space.

Maybe life is really all about filling in empty spaces. Life abhors an empty space. Pick up a rock, crawl into the darkest hole, or pick up a handfull of sand in the most arid of deserts, and if you look hard enough you will find life. The Earth is teeming with all sorts of life, and each and every one of them lives in its own version of reality. But who in his right mind gives a hoot about a barnacle's sense of reality as it attaches itself to the bottom side of a ship? But the barnacles reality is just as valid as ours. We see the world our way, and the barnacle see's it his way. We are both trying to survive in a very hostile world, and we will do whatever it takes. And in our case, seeing as we have the gift of language, we will lie our heads off so as to survive, and if we find ourselves on top of the heap we will lie like hell to stay there. And anyone that thinks different has the mind set of a barnacle.