They've made what they need out of each of us. Out of you, the
Hero, and out of me, the Wicked Witch. They've driven us apart like
that.
But what does "known" mean? We're capable of letting
ourselves be talked into believing a great many things, aren't we?
No lie is too obvious for the people to believe if it accommodates
their secret wish to believe it.
You consider yourselves superior to everyone and everything, and
that distorts your vision; you don't see what really is, nor do you
see yourselves as you really are.