Pretence only works for a time, our actions solidifies our deceptions. Lying isn’t a craft, it can’t be brokered or sold. We juggle our broken promises in life’s spheres but eventually all of our balls will cascade onto the ground. Some of us grow rich on pillaging while leaving others bereft and wanting. It’s not about intelligence, it’s all about ownership and dominance. We weren’t born into a caste of fools, we are domesticated into becoming fools.

© Norma Bobb-Semple 2026