Falsehood can win for a season, and pretending otherwise leaves a man defenseless when it does. Truth gets thrown down and trampled, and the force that tramples it flourishes for a time. Nothing is harder to accept about how corruption spreads. Lies build empires. They prosper openly while the honest look on in disbelief.
Yet the victory rests on transgression, and what stands on a lie is standing on nothing. The prospering is temporary, because reality is not mocked forever. A civilization that casts down the truth may thrive for a generation. All the while it hollows out the ground beneath its own feet. The collapse is already written into the success.