Tolerating the state of I-don't-know and not making an assumption is the real art. Carrying on knowing that we don't know and we might not know till the very end is horrifying though, for some reason... so we begin to listen to our guts, or even worse, we start to reason... and then... and then we think we have an answer... the answer... and we start living our lives according to that answer, forgetting that we'd assumed it... forgetting that the opposite could also be true... forgetting that in fact, we don't know
And so we do start documenting our own life, we do that so much that we become a spectator to our own life, and we see that we are merely wandering around aimlessly, and there is a slim chance that we remember, we remember the gunpowder treason and plot. and we hopefully see no reason henceforth, why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
One way or another, we are living in an illusion.