The murmurer in the earth and I talk. I lay my head against the dirt.
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Under normal circumstances the liar is defeated by reality, for which there is no substitute; no matter how large the tissue of falsehood that an experienced liar has to offer, it will never be large enough ... to cover the immensity of factuality.
We are small but we are many, we are many, we are small... we were here before you rose; we will be here when you fall.