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A.L. Nescio's avatar

Dante as an architect of the soul, not a keeper of the penal ledger, that is the strongest move in your text. The idea of reading lying as sabotage of the contact between mind and reality lands perfectly. Suddenly, the flatterer seems more dangerous than the tyrant, because he attacks not the body, but the map inside the head.

That is precisely why I stumble over the smooth phrase “Never lie.” In Dante’s inner geometry of hell, that may be true. In a hospital, in an interrogation room, at a deathbed, it becomes more complicated. The white lie, the polite half-truth, self-deception. All lies, yes, but not all the same circle. Anyone who presses everything into one formula risks believing their own moral system is clearer than the real world.

A second blind spot. If lying is so grave, where do we place fiction? Dante himself invents a hell that never existed in order to move us closer to the truth. The boundary between poetry and deception does not run along the sentence “This did not really happen,” but along the claim to have reality on one’s side. Flatterers and propagandists imitate precisely that claim.

Perhaps that is the real point after all. Not “Never lie,” but “Do not confuse your theology with reality, or you will become a flatterer yourself.”

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Lies can be worse than outright murder. They can sever trust. This is traumatic. For myself, very likely worse than death.

As a general rule, lying to cause injury or some harm--no matter the scale, is wrong. Simultaneously, and apart from the lies, we are human. And humans fall short. We hesitate wondering if saying anything is right.

I think the ideal is just that, ideal. We should aspire, do our best, work hard, be humble, and if it's an effort to not lie, make this effort. In the end, our efforts are noted but we do not save ourselves. But this is a further discussion

Peace all

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