The Matrix of Conditioning

There is a moment — and you may have already had it — when the floor of ordinary life shifts very slightly underfoot. You are standing in a supermarket aisle, or scrolling, or sitting in a meeting, and a thought arrives unbidden: who decided this was normal? Not in a paranoid way. Not in a frightened way. Just a clean, cold question. Why do I want this? Why do I believe this? Where did this thought come from — and is it actually mine? That question is the doorway. This book is about what lies on the other side of it. I want to be precise with you from the first line, because precision is itself an act of resistance against the thing I am de…