It is up to my mind to find the truth. But how? — Marcel Proust
Julian Jaynes suggests that consciousness is, pretty much, just as likely to be found on the other side of the room on the transom, as it is on the inside our skulls. And a similar thing could be said of “the imagination” of one particular person, a “genius” even. One of the crowning features of administrations, nay, regimes like that of the one we’re under, is that its entire enterprise is predicated on and enforced by the idea that this one guy — a moron first, philanderer and manchild, I hasten to add — is the “leader” of some 3 million plus, and thus he should enact policies (to this date not one has been successfully enacted) to serve the privileged that fit a very specific demographic.