Today's post comes to us from a friend of mine. It is a (tough) love letter. It was written by a friend of mine, N.T. Andrew. -Biko You say, Then you do, There I see the lies. I am listening to all that you have to say. Nodding my head up and down to reflect my intent pontification of your web of reasoning. I’m listening. I keep listening. I think I’ve heard everything you have to say. Your message brings about a few questions in my mind. Starting with, why should I trust you exactly? Why should I let the monologue you’ve practiced to yourself hold any weight for me? For all I know, you’ve practiced your own lies in the mirror of self far longer than the minutes you’ve spent trying to convince me. I can only assume you believe what you are saying. You do, don’t you? Wait, do you even believe the lies you tell yourself to sleep at night: lies of your benevolence and the goodness of only those things which you believe and are associated with? Have you convinced you