The thing is you don't really know who to trust or when to trust them. Sometimes words come out with no intention of them doing so. You speak. You talk twaddle. You say something that really has you pending on a string. But no one is listening. Then you realize. You realize that same thing: you don't really know who to trust or when to trust them. Perhaps they simply don't have the answer, but sometimes it's worth giving it a shot. I myself have a lack of answers. For what I know, I ask much more than I answer. For what I don't know, I know too much. But we lie. Constantly. We lie to ourselves. We create a world in which everything, anything, is as we'd rather it be.

So I'm guessing that afterall, whatever we do, we do for a reason. And whatever we say, we say for a reason. Because, truthfully, who doesn't know that everything has already been said?