Somebody just asked if I was willing to write about conspiracy theories.
Not really.
I don’t care, and I don’t indulge in them.
But here I go anyway, because: well, why not?
Conspiracy theories are based on something we all possess and are all sensitive to.
The deep wish to understand the world we live in, and get why stuff happens the way it happens, so we can attain some sense of control.
A search for The Truth.
It’s mostly out of curiosity or fear (or both at the same time) that this search, this tendency, arises.
And from there on it just becomes a sloppy pile of situations and ideas, glued together by biases.
These ideas are simply highly curated collections of events that seem to be a direct representation of how the world ACTUALLY works (because, of course, there are many people who completely miss the obvious, those poor, stupid sheep!), mostly pointing to some evil, powerful entity with bad intentions.
It’s a very simple process: you start to innocently entertain something that seems off or that’s just compelling, find a reason for it or ‘proof’ of it in the outside world, and off you go.
The YouTube algorithm will do the rest.
And before you know it, you’re tumbling down the rabbit hole.
It happens with ideas about powerful archaic families secretly ruling the world.
It happens with Covid being a setup.
It happens with the idea of Satan living amongst us, the pending end and destruction of the world, and aliens that are swept under the rug.
And it happens with people who start to see love in everything.
Because the mechanism of bias and trying to understand life and make sense of this magical event can go literally everywhere.
The thing is: there’s not really something you can do about it.
And worrying is probably the worst idea ever.
Or fighting and debating people who disagree (unless you like that kind of thing), because no matter what you come up with, there are ALWAYS people who disagree.
And you know what?
There IS something behind all of this.
Of course there is.
Behind the theories, behind the ideas, behind the rabbit holes, behind the space that allows all these wicked and sometimes outrageous stories to arise so we can fight each other over it, behind life, behind death, and behind whatever there is and was and always will be.
It’s the thing behind EVERYTHING, and it is everything itself.
I call it consciousness.
The only thing that’s impossible to deny.
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