A Fraudulent Life
Interred yet alive, in this interminable internment, deemed irredeemable by physicians, institutionalised for life, he chants away in his isolated cell, "It was all a lie, my beautiful fraud." * The essence of a child's innocence lies in its inability to lie, at least effectively, and the truth keeps everything simple. Alas, his childhood was lost in a barrage of reproaches attacking him seemingly from all directions and one day, the novelty that the human mind is, it started conceiving ways to silence the rebukes before they came. A master in optimisation and efficiency this evolutionary tool, it taught the child to lie. * The best lies go against Occam's razor - they are those that are so incredibly detailed, comprehensively thought out, and convincingly deceptive of every aspect of reality that they achieve the same unhinged effect in everyone's mind and thus building an alternate reality in the collective conscience. With age as the situations grew complex