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If I looked you in the eye and told you the Rocky Mountains don’t exist, you’d think I was crazy.

But give me time, and I could make you believe it.

I wouldn’t need threats or force. I wouldn’t really even need a good argument.

All I’d need is steady, confident repetition. The kind that comes from the voices you already trust.

Say, you lived out on the eastern plains of Colorado. The land is flat and the horizon looks empty.

You’ve got a job, a family, responsibilities. You’re not driving hours west to confirm whether a mountain range is sitting there; it’s not like it’s urgent.

So you don’t push back. You just absorb the disinformation.

And soon enough, you’re not just accepting the idea, you’re defending it.

Your identity becomes wrapped in the belief that the world is exactly as you were told it is.
Any challenge to that belief feels like a personal attack.

Then one afternoon, you drive a little f