The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie.
Well the other thing about lying is that the liar is banking on two things when telling the lie. They are hoping that the person being lied to is gullible enough to believe, and it__ also not even that they think they are gullible, it__ that they know the person they are lying to well enough that they know the person won__ push it any further because they know the person they are lying to wants to believe the lie.
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Well the other thing about lying is that the liar is banking on two things when telling the lie. They are hoping that the person being lied to is gullible enough to believe, and it__ also not even that they think they are gullible, it__ that they know the person they are lying to well enough that they know the person won__ push it any further because they know the person they are lying to wants to believe the lie.
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