The game of life is this. In order for it to spin, it must chase its own tail and think it’s not her own.
The word lie is not too dissimilar from the word life. Because in our words is inscribed the wisdom of the ancients that forged it. The cycles of pain and destruction persisted in erasing what was learned until man grew wise enough to preserve it in the words spoken even by those causing the destruction. It is the great secret that is made plain every time we speak.
But fear those dwelling in the dust whom have now gathered their strengths to kill our very words. Even evil fears them. For they are like a parasite that targets the core of all immune systems rendering the body of good and evil unresponsive to the threat it bears. Unresponsive. This is the fate of the body once the language is destroyed and thus, far more effective at destroying the human enterprise than targeting the body itself. Target the word, and all that has followed will be lost.
Life is a game, yes. An illusion. See the illusion plainly, and you will be lost into nihilism. Or choose to play the game, and be the avatar that prevails. Life is not for cowards.