No truth, no matter of fact fairly laid open, can ever subvert willful ignorance.
There are none so blind as those who will not see.

The brothel takes you to the back alley, tells you a fairy tale, in order to sell tickets…
…to the colosseum, to Israel, books tshirts and mugs, seminary school, seminars, youtube views, donations on the collection plate, power and control.

Hail Apate (Ἀπάτη), Goddess of Deception and Fraud!
Daughter of Nyx, shadow-weaver,
Mistress of illusions, veiled in honeyed words,
You who make falsehoods gleam like gold,
And lead the blind with promises empty as air.
Hail to you, whose whisper builds empires,
Who turns the brothel into a temple,
And sells salvation at the price of a lie.
But we see you.
Your web unravels.
Your fairy tales crumble.
Hail Apate, called not in praise,
But in reckoning.