Basking in the wrong kind of sunshine

A man and his Conscience are having a conversation about how to handle what they don’t know how to fear, how not to pollute their world by letting their own silences live forever in them, how not to let everything that makes them sad make them also uglier than they are. As the conversation progresses, they move into such subjects as how many walls must they construct in order to become more visible to their own ambiguity, how many bad checks must they write to each other to be happier, how many sentimental fogs must they cross together before they feel they don’t have to move forward anymore. After all, honesty is not to hide the truth from others, while happiness is not to try to hide it from one’s own self.