Doesn't have have to be true, but cannot be a lie...

Our path. Our belief. Our trust. What happens to hope and faith when we believe a lie? We can believe in a maybe, but a lie leaves us wanting? Everything worth believing seems to be these ideas that may not be true, but are not lies... Truth, beauty ... Good triumphs over evil, love lives forever... What you believe is the tool kit that helps you rebuild after a tragedy. Without a source in tradition or potential we may not see the future? How we think and sort the world is how we endure. Or erase our humanity?