Population
Society is on the verge of a drastic elevation of moral enlightenment.
The desensitized populations of what remains of present generations are slowly rekindling the flame of intellect previously extinguished by drones of yesteryear.
In a time when Shepard's have been exiled, the sheep are left at the mercy of hungry wolves.
Where are the trail guides, to shed illuminating light upon darkened avenues of conjecture the elite pawn off as conclusive fact?
Are the blind and the seeing alike? Hypocrisy in its fundamental state lies on the surface without digging wells. Then how could pyramids have been built? How were the first blocks placed?
A house is as strong as its foundation.
In return, a rotting tree bears bitter fruit. Solution; question facts, accept words for what they are.
What is fact but proven theory.
The questions remain. Who proved it? Are the motives greater than the inquiry? Accepting one mans "fact" without research is no different than letting him think for you.
Who controls an individual's thoughts if not that very individual?
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