Project Vision 21

It has been rightly said that all that glitters is not gold, that a book is not judged solely by its cover and that appearances are deceiving. All that is true, but there is one case that, in my opinion, ranks among the worst hoaxes possible and it is not the proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing, but something even worse.

As I once said in these same columns that it doesn't bother me that, for Halloween for example, people dress up as monsters. After all, at the end of the party they take off their masks and must show their true faces. The real horror is the monsters that disguise themselves as humans and never take off their mask or show their true face.

God knows why, maybe it's because of the pandemic, maybe because of social networks, maybe because we live in the agony of a necro-system that kills our mind and our soul, during the last few years those monsters appear more frequently and, in some cases, they have become so bold that they no longer hide their monstrosities, nor do they pretend to.

But one thing is clear: the more interested someone is in serving others, the greater the chances that they are trying to serve others as in that famous episode of The Twilight Zone (March 1962) in which humans too late discover that when their benevolent cosmic visitors speak of "serving humans" they were speaking of a recipe book.

Be that as it may, monsters dressed as humans seem to have increased in number in recent times. Or perhaps there were always many of them, but now the crisis has sensitized us to the point that we can perceive them better than before. Although it is never possible to be totally sure of having detected the monster posing as a human.

After all, those monsters greet us with a smile, tell us precisely what we wanted to hear, and even promise to give us precisely what we need. And they do. They keep their promises over and over again. In fact, they are so good that the time comes when we no longer doubt them. Every last vestige of critical thinking has been taken from us.

When that happens, if they wish, the monsters could take off their mask and show themselves in all their monstrosity and nothing would change. We trust them so much, they are so charismatic, they control us so much through our inner fears, that even if we could see the monstrosity of monsters in all their hideous splendor, we would still believe in them. 

In fact, we continue to believe in them and that is the true monstrosity: living a life of self-limitation, never maturing, never growing up, never reaching our true potential, never connecting with our best version. We fully trust them not only with closed eyes, but also with closed mind and heart.

One more thing: those monsters are each of us. We have created our own monsters.