He replied, "Not only will you be able to do it, but it is what you must do..."
So this is my fare. A thousand lies. Some of them are nasty little buggers who tear chunks out of the softer flesh of my gullet with their teeth. Others taste like nothing. There are a few rare ones that delight me like candy and make me smile at their aftertaste. But most of them are bitter and a bitch to digest.
"Now what?" I asked the wise man.
"Do you still hear the song of truth singing in your soul?" he asked.
I listened closely until I did.
"Good," he said. "Now you must wait for the lies to turn to poop in your gut."