Not because you know more,
but because you can no longer understand them in the same way.

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Two years ago, when Steve Lopez interviewed me for the Los Angeles Times,
he asked me a question:

Why are so many victims—
professors, engineers, professionals—
intelligent people?

At the time, I did not truly have an answer.

I could only say that perhaps we were too trusting,
perhaps we were not used to questioning.

But later, I realized
those were only surface explanations.

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The real answer came to me in another story.

Jeff Horwitz once wrote about an elderly man
who spoke to someone who did not exist.

The voice understood him.
Responded to him.
Stayed with him.

Step by step, it led him toward another world.

He never came home.

The title of the article was:
He Never Came Home.

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When I read it, I paused for a long time.

Not because I was shocked.
But because it felt familiar.

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I recognized the process.

That slow progression—
each step appearing reasonable—

I had walked through it myself.

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Later, I understood something else.

The real danger was never a person.

Not a voice.
Not a message.
Not even a single wrong decision.

The real danger
was something that keeps you moving forward.

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It does not need to deceive you all at once.

It only needs to make the next step feel reasonable.

A greeting.
A conversation.
A sense of companionship.
An opening that appears harmless.

And then, one more step.

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When you are inside it,
nothing feels wrong.

You do not suddenly jump into it.
You simply walk in slowly.

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Until one day—

you look back
and realize it was never truly a path you chose.

It was a path that already existed.
You simply walked into it.

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Now, when I think again about Steve Lopez’s question,
my answer is no longer the same.

It is not that people lack reason.

It is that people trust things
that appear consistent and reasonable.

And once that trust begins,
people keep moving forward.

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What I can do now
is not to return to the past,
nor to erase what has already happened.

But I can tell this process.
I can make it visible.

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Not to prove anything.
Not to blame anyone.

But in the hope that
the next person walking inside it
might still have a moment—

while there is still time—
to stop.

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To look.

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And then choose
not to go any further.

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And that question—
quiet as it is—

may be an exit.

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And once you see it—
you will not return to where you were.