Beyond a nuisance like a lie, it is the guilt of accepting a phantom that distances itself from reality with shadows of deception, where the barbarity of life remains, and in the end, only fables of life, where our annoyance is the gold that shines like a coin, which is our humility. Every moral and fable of life tells us the path to wisdom, like that unfound treasure, watching the bull from the barrier and unable to cross because of our fear of what might happen. We cannot see, looking for the easy way of blaming the cow, full of her innocence, without being able to defend her honor.