Churchtank Type 8
There is no escape. This planet is a prison, both in physicality and social construct.
We are trapped on this Pale Blue Dot, unable to extricate ourselves from an intellectually intolerable situation. Huxley was right; my intellect is my impotence.
There is a massive disconnect between the ignorant, the indolent, and the informed. Good men sit idly by while bad men corrupt the neutral, the ignorant. Those with intelligence instead of power sit idly by while those with power corrupt the unintelligent, the sheep, and a shepherd-less flock of insects.
There is no escape besides a visionless revolution.
I’m peering down a road with an infinite number of paths to tread. Looking to my right and left I see only people walking backwards. Focusing on what they have passed, the things they cannot change. Falling over the rocks in their path because they refuse to turn around. Yelling at me for doing…