Give them 4 options to pick from. The first is crazy. They’ll never pick that one. The second is just sub-optimal enough for them to pass it over. The third is the one you want them to pick. The fourth is super crazy.
Just make sure you can live with any of the 4, because people do stupid stuff all the time, and life isn’t like a Sherlock Holmes novel where all links are causal and everything proceeds in a linear fashion that that someone (a genius, mind you, but someone) can come along and show you why you did what you did. Because you make sense.
We’re still fascinated with the idea of the causal-linking savant. Look at TV shows like House. I think because we know real things are fuzzy, and they don’t follow from established beginnings to preordained endings.
Maybe this is why we all love stories. Maybe this is why we always tell ourselves stories about ourselves. Did you ever notice how your motives are pure but everyone else’s are murky or malevolent? That’s a story. Or how your failings are external and everyone else’s are internal? Or how you’re a good person having a bad day and everyone else is a jerk?
That’s because things aren’t clear. You have the freedom to reinterpret yourself in whatever light you choose. Well, at least sometimes you do. Stuff like depression and psychopathy might get in the way of that. But for the most part you’re free.
You exist in the intersection of the story you tell about yourself and the stories others tell about you. Although they probably tell fewer of those stories than you think, and far fewer than you secretly wish.
In a sense there is no objective reality to any of this. In another sense everyone’s just wrong about everyone.
But in our fictions about ourselves (and I mean not as individuals but as a collective) we have the savant who can tell us who we really are. The camera zooms into the blood vessel and shows what’s really going on. The genius lays out for us the objective reality of who we really are.
The genius is almost like a proxy for God. In a lifetime of murkiness and storytelling, he draws the curtain back. He knows the heart, where others can only construct a narrative about the actions.
In any case, this got a little off track.
Enjoy your respective evenings.