The Lying Gene

I believe that every person, one way or another, is untrue to oneself. Our taste of judgment is very strict in isolating those who survive by lying from those who believe that they are fair to themselves by being true. But truth, being heavy a word, is never the same to everyone or at anything for that matter.

The human mind is the only thing that goes beyond human reach, capable of travelling through time, to the future and back. The mind has the widest range that all forms, impossibilities and possibilities are confined. Those that are difficult to realize all materialize in the mind at no cost and with all the pleasure one can get. It can be vague or clear in all dimensions, and on other ways, beyond the bounds of possibility it allows man to visualize its creation, a never ending series of such in fact. It kills the undesired or brings to life the desired. Beyond the universes, it saunters around limitlessly. On one hand, beyond the limits, it possesses an extraordinary power to control corporeality. In other words, it exhibits the dangers of manipulation. But, on the other, it can be stuck in one corner away from catastrophic adventures, might-have-beens or, in general, the world as it is--I’d say an arbitrary choice.

In moments of society’s provocation on man’s set of inherent distinguishing characteristics, the mind thinks of endless ways to cover up the unacceptable behavior--as per the norms set by society; or, in a much smaller scale, unacceptable to friends and the surrounding holier-than-thou. In simple words, people lie to save their asses. But lying, as provoking and undesirable as it is, is an art. In every man’s artistic way, a lie can seem to be either true or just a mishandled lie--the latter is unquestionably self-destructing. Oh! But the former can save you until the next lies to come. No one in the world ever said the truth about something in its true essence. One way or another, the truth is engineered in such a way that it would sound better and cause less pain. Some lies are necessary but, nevertheless, still a process of staining the truth.

Is it really all about lying? Or is it just the different ways of speaking the truth?--as trying to be told in the hardest of ways in the wildest illusions. The art is too dangerous to learn and too heavy to carry that carelessness will break you to the point of no reparation. On the preamble, I broached that there are those who survive by lying--communicating the mind through various artistic abilities, imparting self-crafted procedures as opposed to the ones already created and elucidating facts on a rather strange light. What an exciting world it is where truth seems to be hiding all the time. The more the earth gets older, the more it becomes difficult to see an undisputed axiom as mankind becomes accustomed to routine and therefore discovers better rules for manipulation.

Truth is, lies are all there is. There are a whole lot of reasons lined up why people lie. That being human nature, there is no point in enumerating them, but to mention a few; a father would lie to his sons and daughters about his terminal illness to avoid spoiling or disrupting the sequence of a workaday routine. A husband would lie about how he desired another woman’s body. A fed up employee would lie about being sick to absent himself from work and drown in alcohol. A man would lie about being hurt or emotional to project a two-fisted image. The woman is the best liar of all; she would lie about being gullible or emotional to prove that she’s making decisions soundly and substantially. She would lie about her actual weight and body measures to pretend being sexy. She would lie about everything to seduce a married man, in the same manner a man would lie about the size of his one-eyed trouser snake in order to get laid. She would lie and pretend that she’s intelligent and ask ‘what disease did cured ham actually have?’

It is an ultimate fashion that never fades out and will not under any condition go downhill. I do not intend to strike you blutterbunged for I myself lied as much as you did, just make sure that they slip through the cracks and you still seem to be redeemable at the end of the day.