When we crumble away the [lies/errors/illusions] presented to us, we gain nothing if we simply insert a fantasy of our choosing in its place.
This is the error of the armchair physicist, the wishful mystic, the troubled conspiracist.
Most of us are only willing to believe the bald kid telling us, there is no spoon, if we will be granted the prize of magical powers at the end of understanding. But the truth is, the understanding IS the prize. A path to a gnosis (in the original sense) through understanding for its own sake, and dwelling in the vast quiet wonder of knowing that this has happened, and what it reveals.
And some of us will feel the roaring fullness of the Sublime and feel the need to shape it, and fail and suffer, as CS Lewis did. Build rules and handles on the very thing the rules and handles were hiding.
Guard against your own genius, because this too is another veil.