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Cabalocracy and the Hall of Mirrors

        contradictions. Who, in short, can you trust, in a field of uniformly
        untrustworthy bidders for your trust?”
          I blinked.  This was not what I thought his theory was about. My
        briefing papers said the hall of mirrors was a metaphor simply for the
        projection  of  one’s  own  pre-existing  predilections  to  paranoia,  and
        that  the  truth  could  not  be  found  unless  one  understood  and
        overcame  those  sociopathic  tendencies.  This  was  already  a  far  cry
        from most conspiracy theories, and doubtless what had made it stand
        out to Al Magnus.  My own disparaging view had been that Curtis
        Capra was trying to suck in nervous Nellies for a series of expensive
        self-help  lessons,  that  he  didn’t  really  have  anything  substantive  to
        market. Now I saw that it was subtler than that. He was talking about
        real uncertainty of unknown origin. Was this the message he needed
        to tell the world?
          “If I understand you  correctly,  Mr. Capra, you  are  saying that I
        shouldn’t take you at face value, nor should you assume that I am a
        neutral seeker of the truth.”
          He leaned back in his chair.
          “If  you  followed  my  argument,  you  must  come  to  that
        conclusion.”
          I didn’t like that. The upper hand was still the one in his pocket. I
        had  to  make  a  transition  back  to  my  own  agenda  before  he
        discovered my insincerity and took it amiss.
          “Then you might not believe me,” said I with self-contradictory
        conviction, “but I had another purpose in locating you and listening
        to your ideas. Although I am a profoundly skeptical person, I have
        repeatedly found myself attracted to conspiracy theories as a way to
        make sense of the mess mankind has made for itself. Maybe I am just
        a  lapsed  believer  determined  to  find  a  malign  causality  where  no
        explanation but dumb luck is needed, but it bothers me that I keep
        vacillating  between  accepting  plausible  theories  and  their  equally
        plausible denial. So I don’t know if the problem is in me or not. You
        are  the  first  one  to  explain  the  entire  phenomenon  and  put  the
        responsibility for dealing with it right where it belongs, in the eye of
        the beholder. I’m convinced that your ideas are important enough to
        be  shared  with  everyone.  Thanks  to  some  inheritances  I  am
        financially secure and can easily afford to give you whatever you need
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