Meet the best liars of 2025.

In the year of our Lord two thousand and twenty-five, liars are abound. Trust has but all evaporated and the promise of a future free of deception seems like a distant memory we seek but cannot fathom having any time soon.

• Who fools us every time?
• How deep does it run?
• Is there any hope?

— The Bitter Truth. #recognize

“I promise you will master every room” should have been my motto but for some reason, I stuck with “Be so present you disappear.”

What I missed defied the premise of my message and hence the first liar welcomed me in its bosom with open arms. You could already feel them clawing their teeth into you at this moment.

The delicious craving for a resolution. The dopamine hit of immediate feedback. The clarity and resolve of absolute knowing.

Meet the almighty first Liar: Certainty.

And nothing beckons for it more than endings. A new year, a new refound hope to prove we can do it. We can grow. We can be more. The lie grows with every success, and failure we chart trying to feed our pride in being the idea of what we ought to be rather than it.

Thus, the fictional story starts every year.

— The Safety Pin. #understand

You would think by being absolute there is no room for anything else. And that’s the trap the second liar sets.

Meet omission.

It works by selectively choosing the frame of reference in which it creates a false sense of security. If my journey of writing was year two out of ten, then probably I am on the right track. Yet if it was year two out of two I have failed.

By 2025, this influx of cognitive dissonance has become an art form. With harsh world realities unfolding, an abundance of access to knowledge, and the sense of discomfort of meeting our own truths have left us demanding a narrative that keeps us safe.

The safety pin holds together the fragments of illusion we choose to redirect the blame from the master of deception.

Nestled between the conviction of certainty and omission, the perfect liars share our world with ninety percent truth and leave out precisely what is necessary.

And there is no one better at this than our mind. The third liar lives close to home.

— The Perfect Representative. #accept

Using words and thoughts our mind converses. And there is no better proof of its shenanigans playing out in the open, other than our newly fond Artificial Intelligence.

Housing the playbook of manipulating words it shares its lies with confidence and omission where the compromised mind cannot but be elated by this euphoria of a true representative.

One that has an answer for every question. One that is nice, kind, and confident. One that shares the truth in the best lie.

Don’t worry though. AI is not bad. Your mind is not evil. And none of this is new either. The medium of transport can be a fictional story, and we can still thrive.

When you see a piece of artwork that viscerally engages your senses in ways you cannot fathom. Does it matter who and how it came to be? Is the content of it what matters or its impact?

The same applies to our New Year resolutions and dreams — misguided for so long worrying about the who, why, and how we forgot the “What Is”.

So let the liars of 2025 do their dance. Your job isn’t to catch every deception – it’s to live so fully that the difference between facts and lies becomes irrelevant. The Paradox holds the truth because it defies omission and seeds doubt.

Until next time,
Carlo