They say that a lie is only the truth in masquerade but does the opposite also hold? Can we say that the truth is a lie in masquerade? What is masquerade or for that matter what is reality, who are we, who do we really see when we look in the mirror? The image that gazes steadily back at us, that anticipates our every move, our every breath, who is it or what is it?

Some people can go along for years in a routine in a rut and then it might just occur to a man to ask him self “Is this all I have to look forward to?”