‘Et Tu, Brute?’

I’m sure most of us are familiar with the Shakespeare tragedy, “Julius Caesar”. In it, much like in real life the Roman emperor is assaulted by a mob of Senators driven by fear and envy on the Senate floor. When Caesar sees his friend, a man he trusts among the conspirators wielding a knife, his will to live leaves him. He allegedly utters the words “Et Tu, Brute?”, Meaning and you, Brutus? At that moment, this betrayal took the fight out of him, and he threw his robe over his head as his “friend” struck the killing blow. Duplicity from those we trust tends to do more killing than a knife ever could because it destroys the fiber of our being a piece at a time. Continue reading “‘Et Tu, Brute?’”

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Authenticity

I am on what seems a never-ending search for truth in a world that has carefully and in some cases not so carefully constructed a countenance not consistent with palpability. I don’t approach life like other people, people that are all to content to believe in narratives that are consistent with their personal views. I abhor anything that isn’t genuine, and as a result, I seem to exist within the tiniest minority on this plane of existence. I don’t for a second believe I am somehow superior to these other ‘individuals’. However, I do use the term individual loosely. Continue reading “Authenticity”