There is nothing so cunning as tangled deception. If you wish to seek out the truth, first uncover the lies that surround the illusion...

Spreading its wings, her love stretched out and touching his tangled, frozen soul and from the first word, became ensnared in its icy grip where it remained, intrinsically entwined within an alternating web of dreams and nightmares. Forever lost, forever lost...

Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?

It's not the lies he tells, it's the seductive way in which he persuades you they are not true.

Deception is mostly a game we play with ourselves.

A lie's true power cannot be accurately measured by the number of people who believe its deception when it is told, it must be measured by the number of people who will go out after hearing it trying to convince others of its truth.