I can’t help but lie. All I say and do is a lie. There’s never not a moment to lie. I’m in love with it. Even if there was a way to stop it wouldn’t be welcome. There is no reason to stop. The more lies told the more detailed things become. The lies generate power and if I don’t continue to lie my heart will stop. The universe depends on the fact that I lie to make things possible. These lies I’ve told myself hold me, I, us, together and collective in this dimension, reality or universe depending what you call it. We’re all part of the grandest lie. The lie of existence. Unless there is an always active lie moving this experience forward we would all collapse into the true nature of existence. Then I’d have to lie again and we’d be right back where we starter.

On the bright side, that was a lie.

By Seth McAlliter