The criminal who looks back at the saint—the two now divided: one deemed good, the other evil, their eyes distorted by the gaze that looks outward yet turns inward. They sit separated by experience, thought, and projection. One claims himself virtuous, surrounding himself with those who echo his claim, all while cheating on his taxes and employing spin doctors to turn lies into truths—truths that suddenly vanish from sight, truths that no one can recognize anymore.
What is truth? Nothing more than what one declares it to be. And so, as the criminal speaks and the soothsayer lies, they share the same table, united in paradox: the criminal now the righteous one, the saint recast as the liar.
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