Right. I mean, everyone has their own definition of The Truth but the way The Truth presents to me, it is the embodiment of the spirit of being untouchable. We are Black Swan anomalies...but wait! before you give yourself airs, or assume contrived non-conformity, all I mean by that is that we are (supposed to be) the few who can laugh at everything: the ones who can eat the chicken nuggets, wash it down with an ice-cold glass of the Kool Aid and say "Ahhhhh! That hit the spot! I'm so disgusted in myself for enjoying that!" and giggle maniacally at our own stupidity.
We are not exempt from humanity and in FACT, once our connection to the mudane human experience is completely severed, we become nothing but pompous, transcendental aliens sneering and making fun of the "lower ranks."
Someone came up with a blanket with sleeves and that makes me giggle. Humans are funny. I'm funny. "I'll but THAT fer a dollar!" I holler.
The "Wal-mart Monk" concept isn't difficult for me to visualize. I can empathize just as much with your perception as I do with the mirthful silliness of the thing. All I'm saying is: push beyond that and find the mirth again. It's not like we're tag-eared sheep, lining up for our inoculations. Find what is genuine to you in a way that utterly disregards the choices offered, which are these: 1. subscribe 2. rebel.
If you spend your life screaming, you waste the whole damned thing with a sore throat and a sense of futility...in which case, regardless of whether or not They've won, you've lost.