This writing strikes me as deeply honest. I’ve encountered far too much of the “the other is wrong” mindset, and it’s exhausting. As someone who leans heavily to the left myself, I often reflect on how those of us on this side of the spectrum can get caught up in a sense of moral superiority, forgetting the humanity of those who think differently. That’s what I admire about the idea of the deepest consciousness leading to the deepest compassion—because even in the midst of disagreement, or even raging hatred, we must not lose sight of our humanity. Yet so often, we do. And in doing so, we fail to truly see others.

Whenever there is a crime, one of the first questions asked is: *Who benefits?* To me, this too feels like a crime—this tearing each other apart, reducing ourselves to fragments of humanity as we let hate consume us. Who benefits from this? Who gains while we destroy each other, while we forget our shared humanity?

This isn’t just about Trump. It’s not just about one person. There are layers of self-interest and agendas at play, much of which we cannot—or refuse to—see. Trump, too, is fighting desperately to save himself. He’s a showman, putting on the most elaborate performance of his life. But for whom? For what purpose?

Reality often feels so unreal that, if we were told the full truth, we probably wouldn’t believe it. And maybe that’s the point. Perhaps our task isn’t just to resist or to rage but to see through the spectacle—to remember our humanity and, in doing so, recognize it in others, even when it feels impossible.