Recently, this question gnawed at his soul.
Rattled around his brain, torturing him with the possibility that a truthful answer could provide a simple solution to the decades-long schizophrenia that had defined his life. Put an end to the self-flagellation (but then what would he do with all his time?).
Should he employ in his personal life, the same subterfuge he used to survive each work day?
The act worked. But really, was it an act? That is the explosive crux to the riddle. He was too accomodating in his personal life. Was that an act?
There is a theory out there that the weak character displayed in his personal life - especially toward loved ones - was an obsessive attempt to keep everyone happy. To avoid challenging them with the thornier aspects of his personality.
He turned out the lights. He lit one candle. He committed to identifying and then cutting out the foul delusion that had derailed his life, like a surgeon removes diseased organs.
Before he did he placed his right hand on the Bible and swore an oath to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
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