But I've decided that life without lies would be unbearable. You don't seem to appreciate how nicer life is when people have control of what you know about what they think of you. I'm not saying big lies. But those little, innocent white lies. What would be the value of constantly hearing how people hate what you just said, how awful they think you look today, how they don't care about you in the shop, etc. Sure, the absolute truth is that people often think badly of you. But they also think about undressing other people and having sex with them a lot. Or killing them. What makes us human is that we can CHOOSE not to act on these emotions. And we can CHOOSE to tell a white lie so our life with other people is less stressing. I wouldn't give that away.
And now, WHERE WERE I... If I only had a built-in compass
"Spock, did you see the looks on their faces?" "Yes, Captain, a sort of vacant contentment."