[con·sen·sus: majority of opinion; general agreement or concord; harmony]

We muddle, muttering, in infernal internal models of externality and, despite corroborative inability, cry ‘"consensus."

How about: collaboration from unwitting compromise, surrender to common ignorance by sacrificing knowledge and truth?

This is a word used too often in feel-good fashion, but reality finds it intellectually stifling, promoting common ignorance, status quo, and harboring tyrants.

But it’s more than a word.

Consensus as racial or social consciousness stands elusive as does individual awareness - impossible to grasp, define, or behold, by ‘we’ (or ‘I’), a mere subset.

That prisoner’s dilemma be a ‘model of consensus’ chills the heart, grasped as a metaphor of our time. Innocence, charity, altruism, no more? Saints, were there any, would nullify Nash-Cournot’s ‘proof.’

At laissez faire’s core lies one ‘consensus’: chic, cute, vanity, and greed. A pact thieves.

Besides, your cherished belief is but ideology to another.