The pompous part of being a human is that we have this daunting urge to convince and prove our righteousness. Individually and mutually people are fighting for what they think is right. Some people have combined motives, others have comparatively personal ones.
At the end of the day, there is a story behind everything. Sometimes, we are able to figure it out. Other times, the story is out of reach and we have to figure it out for ourselves with the help of a highly complex organ called; the brain. Let’s face the music, we all use it every now and then. The questions erupt and overflow. It isn’t possible to have everything figured out. Many questions are rhetoric just to let things be the way they are. The fascination of human obsession carries him away every now and then. Not getting what one desires perturbs him. That is when he seeks refuge in escape.
The moment to live in the illusion.
Close your eyes and shut it all out. Crawl under your bed and sneak out through a tunnel that leads you to where you have figured it all out and it makes sense. No need to fake anything for anyone, not even yourself. That is when you find your true self.
That illusion is the moment of disillusionment.