she's only as confident as her glasses. she can't be sure about what she can't see. it's the vision which is flawed, or lack there of for that matter.
he proposed an alternative, an exquisite manifest of colorful lies, pruned, painted and plastered across the horizon with his own unearthly craftsmanship. you could never be wrong when you lie, you're indeed creating a new universe, a new dimension in which the only possible truth is your own production.

and they lived happily ever after, maybe.