I can not tell you what I think, because I do not know what that is.
I can not tell you the truth, because I do not believe it is attainable, let alone profess to know it.
I can not communicate honestly with you, because I do not understand anything.
I regularly suspend my disbelief and cling to notions of truth and meaning, even in that context I have doubts regarding your ability to interpret my expression of the truth, and sometimes I am concerned with how my flawed attempt might cause you to respond.
I am aware only of action, and consequence. A process I perceive as controlling me, not a process I control.
I do that which I find interesting.
I communicate openly, understanding that I am manipulating my world, as my world manipulates me.
I strive for a sense of integrity, but fear it is unattainable. I am a part of the universe, not a discrete entity within it.