Once upon a time, there were a father and a son of a family in a busy city. The father was a very skillful thief in the city. He was getting older and older and worried about his son, who was still rather young and knew nothing about his...
How can you construe a truth and turn it into a lie? Ya, can't. Truth is truth.
If you have diverged from a truth and emotionally set your intention on a lie you're going to get hell or pain.
Who the f*** cares when it boils down to the illusion of power?
Wise compassion is needed. You're not going to help those who are clearly aware that they are playing in the mire of ordeals. Wise compassion is needed because it's more intelligent to help those who want to be helped instead of wasting your time on a**holes.
Let the masses claim their territory. While you prepare your silent retreat. F*** them. Seriously.