A little Living Colour for you, late at night and into the morning hours…

I find myself at a loss for words.

Is honesty too much to ask, especially when honesty may be what we’re given?

How can the skeptical know when to stop asking questions and simply accept that the answer is what it is? How can we ever really know that the answer is being given?

In another world, in another life, things are so much simpler. And sometimes, in my weaker moments, I crave that other world, where ignorance is bliss, and I am blissful.

Right now, I go to dream of bliss.