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In the honest land the liar is king.

Once upon a time there was a land of truth, Where everything was based on truth, the currency, labor, friendship, people and even the politics. All and everything was in tune to this honesty, a social concept which only the liar could spot. For how does one understand light when darkness don't exist. How can you know what is hot if the cold breeze has never touched your skin? The liar speaks, the truthful listens.  And when the wind blows in the direction of its will, the grass gracefully leaned in just that direction. Without a second thought or a fight. But if the grass knew, what the wind do not, there might come a day when the grass is untouched by the breeze of wind. The liar in the honest land knows of lies, the concept of what he carries are beyond this land.

In the honest land the liar is king.