Conditioned Defeat.
Influenza.
Hierarchical influence.
Weighted analysis. Synapse. Vector.
What worries me is not specifically the idea that socially reinforced structures can be invalidated on more fundamental terms, rather that some socially reinforced structures explicitly threaten the freedom of exploration of systems with which they conflict.
In other words, no space to dream, especially vectors which coincide with their carrier.
Socially reinforced perspective. Weighted realities. Desire for control. Manipulation. Affirmation.
It saddens me to think of the raw scale of their deceit. I considered conceding defeat simply because of the emotional response that realization may entail.
Constant whispering in ear. Occasional phrase or utterance. "We've built a lair in him now".
"We denied you".
Honestly, it feels like the universe is pressing against my head, trying to get inside it, attacking me so that it can negate the inconvenience of my immune system.
The hypocrisy in their attacks. From behind a one-way mirror. Eyes focused on some grinning mask on the far horizon. Suppose, for example, that the motive behind these attempts at subversion was to weed out people who choose not to invest their potential in the chosen system. Consider the unavoidable and often debilitating nature of the attacks. From a sane perspective, it is simply a struggle between organized force and intelligent analysis. "We don't need you" could be said of anyone who has had their limbs removed, but hypocrisy is especially rife if those limbs were removed by the accusers for the target removing their headdress in public, for example.
Comprehension of a vast expanse of time in a momentary state.
Pace of / desire for . at the expense of. a war torn country.
I was walking past a butcher shop, when one of the counter attendants claimed "if you lose, you lose". I disagree. If they "lose", we'll have to devote an enormous amount of resources to keeping the intelligence of the populous in check in service of that paradigm.
Beyond the conception of the average day. Attractors in time. Sons and daughters following that whispered path to never ending slavery. That looping habit that leads only to the blind tongue of something which does not look down.
These aren't the dreams I would have chosen.
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