We’re kind of like Wile E. Coyote in this area, imagining that "if we can just out-think those pesky Liberals" we can relieve the world of the burden of dealing with the natural distributions we find in nature, and keep continually trying to stuff cats into bags for the remainder of the human existence. If we have the power to say it’s so and be believed, then is it so? Turns out that in some cases, yes — this is actually how the functional creation of reality works. That is how it still observably works in places like Russia and Syria and Iran and so on, where “what happens" is merely a function of what the government tells you is happening.

Being told what’s happening is a comforting thing. It is literally the childhood we all grew up in, with some exceptions — regardless, there is a fundamental desire to know The Truth, i.e. What Is. This is the primordial journey — the fundamental narrative, a story of a human being overcoming the basic obstacles that confront everyone who is alive and yet finding a miraculous way to not only carry on but thrive. A plucky story of determination and grit — one so common it forms the fundamental process by which we evaluate the success of our lives and, by extension, our societies — though in the grand hall of mirrors that reality inhabits, many mirrors simply reflect that which their holder wisheth to see.

We wait for someone to tell us what to do. Because when the natural silence sets in, we are afraid — afraid that our minds rush to forbidden places; mysterious places; archetypical places.

But when we’re on a program of righteousness, and we believe the wielding of the Infobit will convey us some advantage in winning the sentiment wars between One Side and Teh Other, we cling to the Infobit like no time before and guard the knowledge we have accumulated ever more closely.