Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.
What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.
Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar? And if you lie to a liar, is the sun somehow negated or reversed?
