You remember what it feels like. The moment of realization that made all the preceding moments of frustration worth it. It works, and now you know why. You now have the choice to stand on your own two feet and make your own decisions. The person holding your hand is no longer a necessity, even though she's nice to have around. There's nobody telling you a god or gods exist... you understand and comprehend things for what they are. It's a brilliant feeling, reveling in your own subjective brilliance. Like a sky through a rainbow. Nothing's really there, but you can see it anyway.
Life is a lie. You learn that while living it. Children being told things by adults who don't really know; adults saying things out of fear of admitting they have no idea. The curtain is pulled back, and you don't know whether to laugh or scream at what's behind it. A speech from an empty podium. You'd applaud, but know that there's no point... the rest of the audience won't agree on what was spoken; they'll just fight over what they heard.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely, or so God said. The powerless, then, cannot be corrupted, until revolution brings them into power. Knowing something is not knowledge. That your friends suffer propaganda is a depressing thought, and should be. Some actually like to be stupid, and most actually prefer to be ignorant. It keeps them at the top of their own little forests. Reality brings them too close to the ground, where the rest of us are, and simple minds can't handle too many trees. The GPS won't tell them which trunk to turn left at.
A penny for your thoughts isn't worth the price of admission. Why seek truth when your imagination has already pieced it together? The dictionary is full of lies. No words have concrete meanings. Virtue is meaningless; at least sin can be touched. Having no direction isn't necessarily being lost, though being lost is a prerequisite for finding your way. Leave the compass at home... falling only happens in one direction, anyway.
Remember what it feels like.
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