My powers of articulation are fading so I'll make what has been turning into a horribly incoherent glob of text into something moderately poignant.
You are partly the summation of your life experience, and in lying to your mother so that she may be happy in her last days, you are putting her happiness over your integrity. This is an excercise is moral subjectivism. We are inherently dynamic, just as our realities, and our morals.
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