Live a life of lies; die a death of truths.

Sometimes we are that fly in the house, that thinks it sees an open window. So it crawls to, or flies head-on into clear glass. At times getting stuck between the storm and pane, it dies in the windowsill under a tormenting, hot sun.

Sometimes playing stupid opens your eyes to the truth.

The mind can fool the heart, as the heart can fool the mind.

Knowing to do the right thing, but playing stupid to oblige to it, is still lying.