I keep scanning for information.
There is no one that seems to have the whole thing nailed down. Instead, there are innumerable (your faithful correspondent is within this set) writers trying to put out information to make sense of the storm times we are living through. But there is no one clear prophet. What one must do in read the many writers, smelting through the mass of information to purify a theme, a hint of truth that will allow a better chance of weathering the maelstrom.
Most of what we read is discarded as faeces of the purification. Sometimes our hard work is not the philosophic mercury that we imagined, but instead a mass of dross showing a pleasing hue.
But we keep going, because it is most certainly better than the mass of lies that those other than ourselves wish us to believe.