Funhouse Mirrors Line These Streets

How do you show someone that what they hold true is a Mirage. Self-inflicted. An abstraction of Truth. A Ghost outlining Smoke. Because if they reach for their Mirage, it will evaporate: Smoke moves with the wind and it is uncontrollable. Therefore, how can one rely upon one's projection of such? When they themselves live and exist and identify within a delusion called "Self," how do you cut their layers of Smoke so as to expose the Truth? And when their pupils themselves are funhouse mirrors, an attempt to change their perception becomes a battle with a Ghost.

But it is imperative.