We are a planet of people that has been infiltrated by illusion... It is a disease that is contagious, it has gone viral and the source is so illusive that it makes it almost impossible to contain. The infection starts from the inside-out... From the heart of every man and we live in a nightmare of of our own making, powerless to change it, until we realize... It is all just an illusion.
Bilbo, however, saw this for what it was, and not only that, he gave us the blueprint to escape it. He was the only one who at least was aware of the trickery and desperately tried to steer the dwarves back onto the path and wake them up to their erratic behavior. Problem is, he couldn't help much, for in his aimless wandering he had lost sight of the path as well. And even if he shouted guiding directions, no one was listening....
He needed some perspective. With the last preservation of sound mind, he climbed his way to higher ground. There, above the treetop of the infected forest, the illusion spell broke, and he could once again see the bigger picture. Anchoring himself by the compass of the Sun, Bilbo was able to regain his bearings, clear his head and know the next step in his journey. Only then, was he able to help anyone else... He had to rise himself above the illusion first.
Once we can pull our way up, we must find something that has not, nor can ever be corrupted. If we focus our eyes on Life itself, on Love and everything that is Real we gain regain our perspective and see the way back to the path which eventually leads to the way out.
We need more people in the trees. The air is fresh, the view is vast and the haze of chaos dissipates. Things start to make sense again and we will be in a better position to know the way and help guide the rest of humanity back to the path of Life. (There may be a few spiders lurking around the corner, but at least we will be clear enough to know what to do when they block the road ahead.)