Those who wish to spread untruth shouldn't be able to get away with it. Everything is known because all thoughts are transmitted. They escape through the hair into the air. These are the light lies, heavier ones-belly lies-move slower, yet surely. If all truth is available to everyone how do we get fooled? Slight of hand is one way. Look here; no over there. The lie might start in a dark room, maybe it's a bright room of colors; covers the lie. The piano is playing loudly, the transmitter works, the receivers fail. I lied once, it started a downpour, a tornado. The only way I could stop it was to crack my nuckles and promise never to do it again.
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Reviewed by Kathleen Herrick (Reader)
Reviewed on May 14, 2005
The truth about lies is sometimes hard to swallow but, if we wish to be honest then we need to cut through all the distractions and see it for what it is and does to us. It's like a bad ripple in a pond that becomes a tsunami of oceanic proportions. Not easy to write about but you've gone and done it well.
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