"If you need me for whatever reason, you just call and say you miss me. I'll do the same. We'll meet at my apartment."

Remember last week talking about how Superman wears Clark Kent like a mask, instead of the other way around? This is exactly the kind of shit I was talking about. "My cover story is my actual story." It's like that thing with the two doors and one of the guys always lies and one of the guys always tells the truth, only with this one you're like, "Okay, what's the trick?" and both of the guys are like, "There's no trick, we're both honest and really quite affable, feel free to come and go as you please."

Nobody survives intact. When you are telling the truth like it's a lie, or when you lay down all 52 Queens, or when you explode the very notion of a lie so that it covers the entire universe, then that's the world wearing itself as a mask. Does that make sense? It's called "divination" because you are being reminded of the divinity of all things; it's just opening up the tiniest crack in reality so you can see how wonderful things are behind the scenes and how much sense it makes. God wearing us. That's what truth nets you: Everything. And all you have to do is be brave enough to admit how small you always were.

That's the only definition you will ever need.

JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps Gossip Girl, The Good Wife and Homeland for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, on Twitter, and on Facebook. IRL work appears in BenBella's SmartPop series of anthologies, his novel The Urges, and a novelette, "The Commonplace Book," appeared this month on Tor.com.