Sometimes called “An Honest Lie” the confabulation is an unintended lie. It is an inaccurate statement believed by the protagonist with no intent to deceive. For this reason some people do not consider a confabulation as a lie.
It is neatly summed up by Mark Twain in the statement “It ain’t what you don’t know will kill you, it’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so”.
A confabulation is something I call a “script” and a script is a narrative that has been passed to you, usually from parents, older siblings, grandparents or teachers. It is a script you accept because it comes from a source you respect. But it is just plain wrong when it is tested against the cold hard facts.
Even after the confabulation has been demonstrated to be wrong there are many people who find it difficult to drop the script. It forms a deep foundation of their weltanschauung. So many other scripts hang off the proven confabulation that it has become a Hydra in their belief system. Cutting off one or two heads has little or no impact.
Enough confabulation, let’s talk facts: Howard Moss was born this day in 1922 if you can believe that.
The Lie; by Howard Moss
Some bloodied sea-bird’s hovering decay
assails us where we lie, and lie
to make that symbol go away,
to mock the true north of the eye.
But lie to me, lie next to me;
the world is an infirmity.
Too much of sun’s been said, too much
of sea, and of the lover’s touch,
whole volumes that old men debauch.
But we, at the sea’s edge curled,
hurl back their bloody world.
Lie to me, like next to me,
for there is nothing here to see
but the mirrors of ourselves, the day,
clear with the odors of the sea.
Lie to me. And lie to me.