Scientist

Dear Simulacrum,

Good evening.  I have but a single question for you tonight: Are you true?

Have you been living up to your own philosophies and ideals? You speak of truth in your entries, in your songs, in the random musings you scribble in your worn notebook.  You revere books and works that celebrate the search for truth, especially truth of self. In fact, it seems to be a singular subconscious obsession of yours.

“To thine own self be true.”

However, obsession is not possession.  So, I ask again; Are you true?

I think not, for I recall a moment but a few days ago where you were presented with the opportunity for truth.  Instead of taking that chance, you shirked away, fearful of the possible consequences.  And so I wonder, who is it that fears the truth?

People that have something to hide, yes?

“Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate.  Hate leads to the Dark Side.”

I implore you to think on that for a second.  I mean, do you really want that to happen to you?  Sure, you’ll eventually become the galactic nexus of badass, but first you have to get through the portrayed-in-prequels-by-a-whiney-little-byatch-ness.  Not so appetizing, says I.

Follow it, young padawan.  Follow it.

May the 4th be with you,
-revan.