I read Kafka's parable 'Before the Law' (http://records.viu.ca/~johnstoi/kafka/beforethelaw.htm) last night before i slept and i was terribly unsettled by the tale. This small piece of writing evokes so many emotions of frustration, absurdity, helplessness that it is an altogether mindfucking read. I mean what a fucken existence is this? Strangely, i have no answer and this is making me slightly angsty right now. But making peace, sometimes, involves accepting a body of lies as life's truth.
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"To tell a lie, you have to imitate a truth, and that truth is a fact. You cannot imitate that which never existed. You cannot imitate that which you never perceived."
- Swami Vivekananda
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