what if everything you once believed in turns out to be a pretentious smile on a ghost's face?
what if you wake up, one day, to see your only god to be nothing but the rough wind running through the fields?
with no future, no personality and no face...
what if your only home seems to have burned down millions of years ago but you were
too blind, too drunk, too fool and too damaged to see?
would you still call yourself "wise"?
well, they wouldn't.
it's all about them and the image they have of / about you, isn't it?