Lier lier pants on fire

I. I live. I live a life. I live a life of lies. I live a life of lies supported by more lies. Lies everywhere. What I see, hear, taste, smell and feel is nothing but a lie. There is no truth. If there is truth, then it is not unhidden. It is not for me. For I live a life of lies. Lies everywhere. What I think is a lie. For what makes me think is a lie too. Nothing but a lie. I will never know the hidden truth, for it is not for me to know. If I do get to know it, everyone will know it. For I am no different from everyone. I lie. And so does everyone else. Why then should I see myself as being different? If I see myself as different, it would be another lie. But what difference does it make? I'm living a life of lies anyways. Would one more lie make a difference? It won't. So I'll think myself as different. I am different. Did you hear that? I am different from you. I am different from everyone else in this world. Including myself. I am different from myself. Yes. That makes alot of sense. Its a lie though. But you know that already. Don't you? Wait a minute. "Everything is a lie". Is this a lie too?