Le réel ment.
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Lorsqu'on nous afflue la vérité qu'on ignore l'existence car notre réalité nous donne raison. On plonge dans un tort satisfaisant ce qu'on apprends, le pensant réel.
Alors l'âme des Hommes se trompent dans l'ignorance de la tromperie et prouvent par l'influence qu'ils subissent que cette vérité n'est pas filtrer dans le mensonge, mais cela varie selon nos songent.
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