Lies

Sometimes I say things and those things are lies. I do not intend this to be so when I make the original statement. I do mean what I say. I did mean to write about God and art, but upon writing about it I discovered that I didn't know what I was talking about. It was vomitous mass of the worse kind; a disjointed tirade that is not even funny, nor true. I am sorry. Shall I cease to assume that my mere opinions matter that much? I am glad they seem to matter to you. Thank you for allowing me to rant and to rant again.