In an era abundant with information, lies are not thrown at us like bullets... but dripped like poison, drop by drop.
Everything starts with a small seed: a rumor, incomplete news, a distorted interpretation. It doesn't seem harmful at first, but it knows its way to memory well. It enters quietly and stays. With repetition, doubting it becomes weakness, and lying becomes collective conviction.
Repetition does not only convince the mind, but numbs it. This is what happens when a repeated lie becomes a familiar reality that does not arouse suspicion, but reassures souls... because it is simple, easy, and comfortable. Truth is exhausting, while the packaged lie provides intellectual comfort and offers a ready narrative: Who is the enemy? Who is innocent? Who deserves blame?
The human mind, with its biases and emotions, becomes a fertile environment for falsehood. We believe what we want to believe, not what deserves to be believed. This is why lies stick: because they conform to desire, not reason.
But poison does not spread alone. We carry it. We repeat it. We pass it on. Without realizing that we have become unconscious agents of a hidden war on consciousness.
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