Psyche!

Today, I thought about the girl with the big sad eyes. I thought about Hume, too. I wonder why the girl had such sad eyes?
Stella always had sad eyes, even when I knew she was happy. Which makes me think--do I read sadness in people and things that aren't really sad at all? I think this is what I think: at the most basic level, people are just sadness, emptiness, loneliness. Happiness is not a natural experience and is longed for because it feels novel. Ask me tomorrow, though, and I will say that I think something different though, I bet! This is called the happenstance lie. Lie in this sense is not like a falsehood, but more like the lie of a green in golf. Which is the more destructive? I cannot, or will not, say. By doing so, I would be lying, without intention, but lying still.
This is something I've been doing lately, trying to articulate some philosophical ideas that pop into my head. I think I've been fairly clear. Ha! I guess I've been interested in the experience of lying--telling a lie, being told a lie--as of late. Maybe that's why I got so upset when Rick questioned this blog. Which is another interesting aspect of lying--being called-out as a liar when telling the truth.
Hume said, just because the sun has come up every morning for however long people have been there to observe it, doesn't mean we should assume it will come up tomorrow. It's a good example of what I'm trying to get across. Not really, but it is interesting. See, I just lied to you!