"His features were extremely illuminating when he chose, and he could express anything and everything; but when he was at rest he used to look like an idiot. One day when I chaffed him about it, he replied that the important thing in this world was to never look like what one was. He was not content merely being thought humble— he wanted to be thought stupid. It amused him to say that what is fatal to most people is that they prefer parade to drill and won’t hide their talents, but he didn’t say it to anyone but me."
While the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of a truth; and the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and depression, and where once you have the freedom to object—think and speak as you saw fit—you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.
How did this happen? Who’s to blame?
Certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, then again, truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know why you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease—there were a myriad of problems that conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you.
…Fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words. They are perspectives.
If you see as I see, if you feel what I feel, and you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me…