Truth isn’t a prize sitting neatly on a pedestal, waiting for us to stroll up and claim it. It’s buried — layer upon layer — under the debris of curated history, engineered distractions, and gilded myths. To peel it back is to risk dismantling everything you thought was real, only to find another stage set beneath it. And still, the pull remains — to see beyond the dome, to know what lies past the sanctioned horizon.
Tag: collective unconscious
We’re not here to fix the world. Not really. The idea that we must engage endlessly with the problems handed down to us — repeating the same outrage, the same struggles, the same attempts at revolution — feels less like progress and more like participation in an elaborate, self-sustaining illusion. The trick isn’t just deception; it’s the mechanism that keeps us fighting within the game, rather than seeing beyond it.