“I cannot lie to you, because a lie doesn’t exist,’ the emissary’s voice said, intruding into my thoughts. “I can tell you only about what exists. In my world, only intent exists; a lie has no intent behind it; therefore, it has no existence.”
I wanted to argue that there is intent even behind lies, but before I could voice my argument, the emissary said that behind lies there is intention but that intention is not intent.
– Carlos Castaneda, The Art of Dreaming, page 114