You Are Badly Deluded

“Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur” — the world wants to be deceived, so let it be deceived.

This wisdom of the ancient world is the wisdom of the modern world. And we suspect greatly it will be the wisdom of the future world.

That is, the world wishes to be eternally and infinitely deceived.

Why else — sisters, brothers, countrymen — do people attend magic shows… solicit psychics… read Paul Krugman editorial columns?

Why… indeed… do people elect presidents?

But let the world be deceived, we say.

Life is “nasty, brutish and short,” in the words of Mr. Thomas Hobbes.

He must grab something — anything — to soothe him and to ease his way across the perilous valley.

Like gazing into the midday sun, the normal human being cannot long gaze directly into reality.

He can only approach it at an angle.

Consider his lot…

Cold, Hard Reality

Man is thrown unaskingly and unwillingly into this wicked and wrathful world.

He is then dangled cruelly between two infinities — one behind, one ahead — knowing well his flickering earthly candle will blow out.

While he lives, he careens pointlessly through space aboard an inconsequential chunk, going around an inconsequential star, itself occupying an inconsequential corner of an inconsequential galaxy. That itself is but one of an infinity of inconsequential galaxies.

Next he comes to this elemental fact:

Come his demise, the odds are excellent that he will boil in pitch for all eternity.

This we have on infallible authority — 1 Corinthians 6:9–10:

Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters… nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.

Ninety-nine percent of humanity thus stands condemned — and 100% of Washington.

Hence man’s desperate, eternal plea for deception. Hence his embrace of quacks and pitchmen eager to gratify it.

Hence, man’s permanent condition.

And the grimmer the reality… the louder his shrieks to be conned, foxed and deceived.

Sit down momentarily with the realities listed — if you can summon the steel.

If you do not run a razor across your wrists within three minutes, you, friend, are one lionheart — believe it!

Happy Delusions

Here are some additional fictions men cherish — cherished because they ease his passage through this sorrowful vale…

That stocks, like trees, grow to the sky…

That “buy and hold” — over hill, over dale, through bush, through brier — is the everlasting way to wealth…

That wise and learned experts from ivied institutions can repeal the iron laws of economics…

That a body of 12 can determine the value of money for hundreds of millions of independent economic actors…

That deficits do not matter…

That prosperity springs from the printing press, that money and wealth are identical twins, to have money is to have wealth. The examples of Zimbabwe, Venezuela, Argentina, Weimar Germany, post-WWII Hungary — to name some — count nothing…

Relatedly, that the addition of water to wine yields more wine. That is, diluting the purchasing power of money yields more money…

That sinking the nation into debt will raise it up into wealth…

That raising the prices of life’s essentials raises the general economic level…

That negative interest rates are positives…

That democracy — the theory that the individual may be a dunce but a million dunces equal Einstein — is a superior form of government.

Moreover, that all the world’s nations long painfully for American democracy. Baghdad to Kabul, Mogadishu to Damascus, Beijing to Caracas, the name Thomas Jefferson is on all lips, at all times…

And perhaps the most enchanting and permanent of all the world’s delusions…

That this time is different.

Not All Lies and Delusions Are Bad

Do we denounce the world in its cowardly resort to delusion and lies?

Not in the least.

Who can denounce the former beauty, now wrecked with age, who wishes the mirror would show her a fabulous fiction?

Why must the world peer defiantly into the fathomless pit, why must it take the cold bath stoically and bravely?

A full and honest trial of the facts would send the world forever under the bed, hopeless and resigned.

No one would budge a jot in the course of his day.

And let it go into the record:

Your editor is not exempt from this immemorial human need for delusion.

He cherishes certain beliefs particular to our station and circumstances.

Go at them at honestly — he must concede — and they may fail rigorous scientific audit.

More Lies and Delusion

Among these are the beliefs…

That he is vastly undersalaried and underappreciated for the exquisite labor he performs — and that he is used badly by his abominable employer…

That he is wiser than 1,000 Solomons welded together…

That he stands seven feet in height…

That every fair one — from sea to glistening sea — rolls her eyes yearningly at the mention of his name….

Most delusionally of all, and against all reason…

He cherishes the gorgeous fiction that his New York Metropolitan Baseball Club will win another World Series before he sinks into the cauldron… to roast forevermore.

Thus your editor is in deepest sympathy with the world and its ceaseless quest to be deceived.

The world would be unendurable without comforting fictions to stroke our hair and caress our gills.

A Stock Market Crash Isn’t So Bad

Might some of the world’s delusions invite disaster?

Almost certainly.

We have the stock market and the economy close in mind.

But whatever miseries they inflict… they cannot parallel the miseries of constant warfare with reality.

And so we speak our piece for delusion.

“All are lunatics,” said the great scalawag Ambrose Bierce… “but he who can analyze his delusion is called a philosopher.”

And who wants to be called a philosopher?

Yours in hopeless and eternal delusion,

Brian Maher

Brian Maher
Managing Editor, The Daily Reckoning

The Daily Reckoning