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The art of deception,... and fish

 Now this is an extremely risky move. You've been warned. 

Say that you have an ace in the hole; by which I mean that you have something big. Since I don't know the first thing about cards, I'm gonna switch over to fish analogies. 


Imagine that you have a big fish; like, really big. So big a fish that people don't believe that such a big fish exists. Now you have to get through something that requires you to have a whale. 


So what you do is, you put your fish flat on the table. The whole thing. And in the awe of the parties involved, claim that you have a whale. 


What you've done here is prime leverage. You have something unbelievable actually with you; and you show it to the people. Now they have no choice but to believe the unreal. They've crossed the threshold. Now you use this inertia to push them into an even higher state of belief. But this time, you make them believe in something that actually doesn't exist. 


You're literally taking people to the third floor of a two story building, and then telling them that a fourth floor exists. The people in the impossible third floor have no way of confirming the existence of an impossible fourth floor.


And now comes the important question: why all this? 

Well, what we went through right now is an important manipulation technique. So important that its branches extend from street magic to international politics. The whole act revolves around a loophole in our perception. If you have to make people believe in something impossible, you don't have to do the ultimate impossible; instead, you can show them something lesser, but still perceived not possible, and just extrapolate the graph.


You should be afraid of my ability to make you believe that there is a whole mountain, wherein there ever was only half a mountain. Because these days, almost every "sensational" story, every historic announcement, and every groundbreaking revelation is like an atom. An ambiguous cloud of electrons revolving around, and anchored by, a tiny nucleus of actuality somewhere deep within.


You see all storms violent, but the eye of every tempest is always calm. Hence, you have been lied to by every source ever. Considering the dire seriousness of the situation, I encourage you to go back and find out where the truth in this article ended and the vapourware began. 

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