๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ.

๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง.

And the frightening part is that the people manipulating those pieces understand this far better than most of us do.

In 1986, while training in Japan, I had an experience with a Japanese master that changed the way I would see the world for the rest of my lifeโ€ฆ

It was as though I went from unconsciousness to consciousness. And with it came an overwhelming realization:

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐†๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง.

I donโ€™t mean that figuratively. I mean it quite literally.

Not that the world isnโ€™t real. Not that the people around us arenโ€™t real. But that what we perceive as ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ is largely something our minds construct from the tiny pieces of information available to us.

That experience eventually taught me something that Iโ€™ve spent nearly 40 years trying to share with others:

๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค.

Perhaps thatโ€™s why Iโ€™ve gravitated so heavily toward politics. Because whether you like politics or hate politics, politics affects you. You can refuse to play the game, but you still live on the board.

In politics there are leaders and followers. There are strategists and voters. There are people moving pieces and people being moved. They arenโ€™t necessarily good people or bad people.

But theyโ€™re all playing on the same board.

And every one of them โ€” including the President of the United States โ€” is operating from incomplete information.

๐๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐œ๐ค ๐ฅ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐“๐‘๐”๐“๐‡.

We receive pieces. A headline. A photograph. A statistic. A speech. A thirty-second video. An intelligence report. A conversation. A poll. A rumor. A correction. Another report contradicting the first.

And our brains take those pieces and assemble them into something we call ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.

Where youโ€™re standing determines which pieces you receive. The order in which you receive them matters too. Thatโ€™s why two intelligent, decent people can sometimes look at exactly the same event and see two completely different realities.

Even presidents operate this way.

Look at Iran. Do we negotiate? Do we walk away? Do we attack? Do we wait?

From the outside, changes in strategy can sometimes look like indecision. But imagine the amount of information constantly flowing into a president and his national-security team. Yesterdayโ€™s intelligence changes. A new report arrives. An adversary moves. Something believed to be true turns out to be false. Something dismissed yesterday suddenly becomes credible.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐.

And even the President doesnโ€™t possess every piece.

Once I understood that, I began looking at the world differently.

Think about ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’“๐’Š๐’™. Eventually Neo begins seeing beyond the world everyone else accepts as reality. He sees the information underneath it โ€” streams of information.

Thatโ€™s a pretty good analogy for how Iโ€™ve learned to look at politics.

Behind every headline, every speech, every advertisement and every talking point, I try to ask another question:

๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐Š, ๐…๐„๐„๐‹ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ƒ๐Ž?

That doesnโ€™t mean everyone has some evil conspiracy behind what theyโ€™re saying. They donโ€™t. Sometimes the motive may be perfectly honorable. Sometimes someone genuinely believes persuading you is in your best interest.

Sometimes itโ€™s about money. Sometimes itโ€™s about power. Sometimes itโ€™s about votes. Sometimes itโ€™s about fear.

๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž.

Political professionals understand this better than almost anyone. Entire careers and billions of dollars are devoted to understanding voters โ€” what frightens us, what inspires us, what angers us, what motivates us, which words move us and which issues get us to the polls.

Republicans do it. Democrats do it. Advertisers do it. The media does it. Donald Trump does it.

And yes, even ๐ˆ do it when I write these posts.

Iโ€™m trying to make you think.

The difference is that Iโ€™m not particularly interested in telling you ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ to think.

๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐‡๐Ž๐– ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž.

And hereโ€™s where this gets uncomfortable.

Because the Grand Illusion is incredibly easy to recognize when ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž is trapped inside it.

Take what people call Trump Derangement Syndrome. Most of my followers recognize it immediately. Someone can become so emotionally conditioned toward Donald Trump that merely hearing his name triggers a response.

Trump says something. They donโ€™t examine it first. They react first.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง.

And people standing outside that emotional response can see it.

But hereโ€™s the part some of my own followers arenโ€™t going to like.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ž๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฑ๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ.

Iโ€™ve watched it happen recently with one word:

๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ.

Say the word and, for some people, the emotional response occurs before the evidence is even examined.

Muslim. Islam. Sharia.

And suddenly everything that follows gets filtered through an identity block that has already been constructed through religion, personal experience, media, fear, history, politics and years of reinforcement.

Thatโ€™s not everybody. But itโ€™s enough people that Iโ€™ve watched it happen repeatedly right here on my own page.

And donโ€™t feel bad.

๐Œ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ.

I do too.

The difficult part is discovering where they are.

Because the Grand Illusion is easiest to recognize when somebody else is living inside it.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐–๐„ ๐š๐ซ๐ž.

Which brings me to something Iโ€™ve learned to do very differently when I write these posts.

I donโ€™t begin by trying to prove myself right.

Quite the opposite.

๐ˆ ๐›๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐›๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐–๐‘๐Ž๐๐†.

Thatโ€™s an enormous difference.

Because proving yourself right is easy. Give me almost any political belief and five minutes on the internet and I can probably find something supporting it.

Believe Trump is a dictator? Youโ€™ll find evidence.

Believe Trump is saving America? Youโ€™ll find evidence.

Believe Muslims are taking over America? Youโ€™ll find evidence.

Believe there is absolutely nothing to be concerned about? Youโ€™ll find evidence for that too.

Believe socialism is wonderful? Thereโ€™s evidence.

Believe socialism is catastrophic? Thereโ€™s evidence.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ง๐ก๐š๐›๐ข๐ญ.

Thatโ€™s confirmation bias.

And itโ€™s one of the strongest walls holding up the Grand Illusion.

So when I see a headline that concerns me, I donโ€™t begin by searching for information proving the headline correct. I start trying to destroy it.

I look for the other numbers. The missing context. The argument from the other side. The information that contradicts what I already believe.

I ask:

๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐–๐‘๐Ž๐๐†?

Because if youโ€™re trying to prove yourself right, the search ends the moment you find what you wanted.

But if youโ€™re trying to prove yourself wrong, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ .

Sometimes I discover my original belief was basically correct.

Sometimes I discover it was completely wrong.

But most often I discover something far more interesting.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง.

And thatโ€™s where another lesson from 1986 eventually became important.

There may never be a moment when any of us possesses the whole truth.

๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก.

Thatโ€™s uncomfortable for people. It used to be uncomfortable for me.

We want certainty. We want GOOD and EVIL. RIGHT and WRONG. US and THEM.

We want the puzzle finished.

But reality doesnโ€™t care what makes us comfortable.

Another piece can arrive tomorrow. And if Iโ€™ve already convinced myself that I possess the entire truth, that new piece becomes dangerous.

My subconscious may reject it before Iโ€™ve even considered it.

Because Iโ€™m no longer defending a conclusion.

๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.

And once politics becomes identity, something very dangerous happens.

My sideโ€™s mistakes receive explanations. Their sideโ€™s mistakes receive condemnation.

Information supporting me becomes truth. Information challenging me becomes propaganda.

People agreeing with me become informed. People disagreeing with me become stupid, brainwashed, evil or traitors.

At that point Iโ€™m no longer investigating reality.

๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง.

Which is why perhaps the most dangerous person in the Grand Illusion isnโ€™t the person who is wrong.

Weโ€™re all wrong sometimes.

๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐š๐ฉ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ .

Because the moment I KNOW I possess the whole truthโ€ฆ

I stop looking.

And the moment I stop looking, I guarantee that I will eventually miss the next piece.

That experience in Japan nearly 40 years ago didnโ€™t teach me that I had somehow escaped the Grand Illusion.

It taught me something much more valuable.

๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ.

So are you.

So is the media. So is Congress. So are Republicans. So are Democrats.

And yesโ€ฆ

๐’๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐”๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ.

None of us has the entire puzzle.

We have pieces.

Some of us have more pieces than others. Some pieces are accurate. Some arenโ€™t. Some havenโ€™t arrived yet. And some may never arrive at all.

So perhaps consciousness isnโ€™t finally discovering ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐“๐‘๐”๐“๐‡.

Perhaps itโ€™s developing enough humility to understand that what you believe today is simply the closest truth you have been able to assemble from the pieces available to youโ€ฆ

๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ.

The question isnโ€™t whether youโ€™ve escaped ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐†๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ฌโ€ฆ

๐ƒ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ข๐ญ?