The Liar Inside Your Head
Jonathan Carroll

If all memory lies, then wherein lies the truth?

And if there is no truth, but only feeling and being and knowing,

Then how can all memory lie?

Or if truth is out there somewhere, gazing down on us like a distant star,

Unreachable, untouchable, unknowable,

Then leave me to rely on my memory, although all memory lies.

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