It was all a lie, a sham, a fib, a con, a falsity, a deception, a farce, a ruse, a falsehood, a prevarication, a scandalmongering, a subterfuge of word, a forgery of fable, hidden by whitewash, an evasion of fact, a distortion of the truth, a figment of ideality, a jest of inaccuracy, a distortion of verisimilitude, fraudulent information, or mayhaps perjury. It’s merely fiction, a mythos of which you constructed for yourself, misleading you toward the exact place where you don’t wish to exist. Whether it occurred by erroneousness or by unequivocal fabrication, it nevertheless was all just deceit to make you feel safe, a false front to something more paramount, a facade of all you could conceivably comprehend and hold near, a delusion of your grandest fantasies. You have been bamboozled into accepting dishonesty, and no longer can you tell factualness from fakery. All of the antecedent disinformation you observed as light traveling to your photoreceptors was encrypted into the misrepresentation of electron patterns in the hippocampus of your prodigiously vainglorious brain. It’s a trick faithfully manufactured by yourself or someone else to coerce your unwary squishy cerebellum of yours that you do perceive everything that you presume you do, although, in truth, reality is never an accomplishment anyone can achieve.