If the very beginning of us is a lie, how do we convince ourselves that we are honest?

How do we convince people what we offer is true?

When we still lived in caves with our brother and sister , hunting animals and wearing fur.

We drew shit on the walls, claiming we are the shaman or prophet who speak for the Mother Nature or the unknown gods. Fooling around with our own kind, just because we don’t know how to hunt.

The way we survived started with a lie, are we different now?

Hsieh Hao Chun