A population is only as intelligent as its leader. A company is only as successful as the boss allows them to believe. I am only me, and you, you can only be you.
And they tell us that they want to protect us. Keep us safe from all the things that we don’t understand. The harsh truths of reality are too complicated and dangerous for us commoners. We cannot possibly grasp any abstract ideas or keep two thoughts at once. Therefore we must be protected.
We must have guidelines and laws and people giving directions. We must have weapons to protect ourselves and pills to keep us happy. We are allowed many options written in different fonts. And we fight about fonts. Because cursive was trending so we don’t wish to see anything written in any other format… anymore. But next week when we’ve changed our minds we change it again. Because we don’t know.
And as I’m being protected. As I’m being cared for by those who laid the world’s foundation. I can’t help to ask — who’s protecting us from what?
