There I sit calm, collected, hands folded, listening to the same tired script echoing from those clinging to the Illusion. The same words, the same arguments recycled, rehashed, and regurgitated. A loop of programming playing on repeat, unwavering in its devotion to the false narrative. And yet, I do not react. I do not argue. I simply observe. Because when you've seen beyond the curtain, when you've stepped outside the Illusion, you recognize the futility of debating with those still entranced by it. They do not seek truth, they seek comfort in their conditioned beliefs. So I sit, just like this watching, waiting, knowing. For one day, the noise will fade, the script will break, and some will awaken. Until then, I remain unmoved.