This is the story of hypocrisy, hypocrites, and the land of hypocrisy. It is a story that may contain some excess and some imagination. I intended to end it as story writers usually end their fictional stories, as a dream. However, I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the couch at home, but it seemed to me that the truths within it overwhelmed the imagination. O hypocrites!! This is your land... and this is your planting... I did nothing more than wander around it and show you some of what it contains. If you see it as ugly and deformed, do not blame me, but blame yourselves... If you die, do not blame the mirror. O hypocrites!! This is your story, and whoever among you is not hypocritical, let him throw a stone at me.