To Lie or Not to Lie
Oh what a tangled Web we weave
In shifting truths, unsettled strains
Tensioned crossings, chatter reigns
Throughout, this basic need—to cleave
One of many infinities.
(**Warp and Woof – essential foundation or base of any structure or organization)
Which leads me to ask:
Question 1: “Is Lying on the Internet (no, not lying down) Illegal?”
Question 2: “Where does lying fall in Maslow’s hierarchy of needs?
Jilanne Hoffmann 
When writing fiction, what is the definition of a lie? If writers use the Internet as our medium, at what point does the written word become a lie?
Historically, some writers have hidden their true identities behind a cloak of another name, another gender.When celebrities are allowed to hide their identities on Facebook, does it matter?
Isn’t FB a form of fiction? A reality show with your “friends” as audience? The act of being watched altering the action or the outcome? Is every word altered when there is the expectation that it will be read by someone else? Is this altered version fiction? Theoretically, your friends on FB “know who you are,” at least physically, so you are not hiding behind the cloak of anonymity or pseudonym.
But in the blogging sphere, far fewer know the “real” author. One can only speculate, hazard a guess. And after all is said and done–you don’t know whether you’ve been lied to or not–does it really matter? Are we all willingly participating in one colossal fiction?
Perhaps this fiction in which
we all participate can be
hoped to bring about some
kind of change or healing?
The word is just such
a mighty thing that might
be capable of just such
a mighty thing…
I’m having a Shrödinger’s cat moment. What do you know about particle physics? I don’t know if words are up to it. Observation skews the results. Empaths, perhaps empaths are the only way to healing.
I know a bit–layman’s stuff. I’m familiar with the cat, and that it’s a bit more than just “the cat is both dead and not dead,” but yeah, words fail. I get that the words only go so far. They hit a wall and I feel like I can feel that there is some thing or non-thing there, on the other side, but….
Empathy, yes, “feeling as” vs. “feeling for” or something like that…