Everyday I collect ideas that interest me; for my many moods and other reasons. Then on unexpected days I put a few... together and a new story appears with this "different-context" that draws in other good minds. Everything grows organically.
Others may write about you and leave a lie or two by mistake or with purpose; like to demean you. It seems that our own true story must be confessed by us, before we fade away and leave Mother Earth. We fear being caught having been lying all our long life. A man of 92, who lives in Ontario, Canada, recently confessed to murdering a whore over in England, 70 years ago. The English police want Him returned to England for his trial. 70 years ago the sentence was death by hanging. He is now dying of Cancer. What do you think?
Try to kill a fly; you have to find them and trap them in a bottle or cup. Lies, make up less than a fraction of 1 percent of a narrative of truth. We read these narratives as if they were One big truth without remembering the lie. However the lie has done its damage to someone; and it waits hiding to hurt someone again. All seems positive when it is thoroughly evil and aimed at someone in the bright light who is obviously good person. Flies and lies are evil and unwanted in our lives. They have their own leader: Lord of the Flies. See the Movie "Lord of the Flies"