Life is a masquerade, in both literal and figurative senses.  All guests to this masquerade have, by it’s rule and name, a mask or else you are poked and stabbed at until you hide the ugly face that others have thrusted upon you with their assault.  All that attend this masquerade are liars of a sort, when and how they become so matters by the different moments they hope to influence the unsuspecting partygoer without any repercussions to themselves.  All who think their masks are foolproof or undamagable are idiots that enjoy the spotlight and imagine themselves above reproach when their mask is the flimsiest of all.  No one departs a masquerade as easily as they think.  For in this masquerade, one must take off their mask before departing in order to show their truth whilst in the same instant shadows cover the face and forever shroud the evening partier who’s truth was shown then corrupted by the shadows which then in turn causes a stir about what they did before, during and after the party.  A similar stir is caused when someone enters the masquerade, unaware of the trappings and dangers ahead.  Often too late does one learn to not turn up without or accidentally misplace their mask. Yes, Life is a masquerade. Have a ball.