This
This feeling that the world is wrong. That the world is a theater, where most of the actors know not that it's all but an act.
Everything made up, but everyone believes.
The world seems wrapped in this suffocating blanket of rules and ethics, woven together by humanity itself, into an all encompassing rag rug. We call it religion, culture, ethics, laws. A complex map of imagination and made up stories. Instead of trying to find our way to the core, and peel some of the layers away, we are constantly building on top, building on more layers, until the complexity of it, makes even the most obvious fiction seem real.