should i understand?

should this make sense? no, maybe not. i don't know whats true anymore, I've lied, and been lied to for so long. is it possible these lies have become me? can one create himself out of nothing? am i the lie? is there truth in lying? perhaps truth is only what is observable. then why be concerned with what is real and what isn't? it should be readily available to you, right in front of your eyes. but its not. it hides, it does not exist. there is no way to say anything is real. or true. reality is but a figment of what we have so dearly labeled to be imagination, which is a product of imagination itself. every little bit of "information" that we cling to is really a more complex fractal, becoming more and more complicated every minute.