Most lies are perceived to be true, in a land of facades, and charades.
A reality beyond comprehension hidden behind the barriers of privileged knowledge, the common minds conditioned for blindness, walking a path with darkness intense enough to blot out the sun, aimless wanderers  never  desiring to see what rests beyond the charade.
Souls without understanding of any sort, failing to comprehend even themselves, simply excepting whatever is presented before them.