It's so much easier to imagine that there is a grand, fantastic, and amazing conspiracy, and that ultimately when the curtain is pulled down it will all make sense and the truth will be clear. No more confusion, no more enfeebled helplessness, no more spinning around in a universe where directions are meaningless. The evil will be pushed back and things will go back to how they ought to be, in perfect harmony.

By romanticizing the world this way, it all becomes so much easier, it's an easier pill to swallow because it's a bitter taste that we are familiar with. And there is an allure of sweetness behind the taste, the idea that ultimately there is an inherent wonderful good truth waiting, just around the corner.

But it's ultimately an illusion, there is no grand conspiracy, and when there carpet comes down we find only empty space behind it. It can be both terrifying and liberating to accept that.