Disparate

Come in close. Closer. Because the more you think you know, the easier it'll be to fool you. Because what is knowing? You're thinking, but what you're really doing is filtering, interpreting, searching for meaning. My job? To take most of the gifts you give me, your attention, and use it against you.

I have enemies though. Light creatures, individuals, who would like to put my work to a stop. They inhabit disparate worlds of thought. I'm clever though. I hide in between the scenes, and I make you think the way I want. I put things out there as one thing, but there meaning is a completely different thing. In fact, I've already dumbed you down to my first 'trick'.