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I know I am right, but what do I do now? It is not to prove, it is not to answer, it is to consider that which we do not consider. We call ourselves free, but we allowed ourselves too much distress of numerous ways implicitly defined. We have constructed ourselves, and now we regress. We do not know how to deconstruct ourselves anymore. We are not even sure on how we have constructed ourselves up to this point in time and space. We are the result of an equation. We do not know the answers. We do not know the questions. We have to though. But we cannot because we refuse to. We have wandered too densely into that which is unknown, and now we are trying to find that which is known. We have lost our ways. We are now lost. We duplicate our senses into many. We deliver ourselves from evil and embrace our described form of happiness and socialization. We sit on the corner of streets begging or end up being worshipped. We now have a list of requirements. All fails the children. They are repressed. We do not know what they require. We do not know what they consider as an attire. We speak for them, they do not speak for us. We are adults, and they are still learning. They have to make due with what we have to offer. We have to offer only that which they can make due with. Or so to speak.

Consider it a mess, and then you will see who are the ones who transgress. They have imposed regression unto others, and the others have regressed in turn. They have started to alienate us all, and we have started to alienate each other. We follow in their footsteps. We believe in the game "catching up". We lose at this game. We are bad at it. They have requirements and a list of specified states to know exactly what there is to do for you and for others. You cannot compete, or will ever be able to. You are a failure. Human existence delivered its final blow. The end of enlightenment. The beginning of something new. We swear at it. We believe in it. We know only it. We do not know what to call it. Some call it culture, others call it movement, and some believe it is human nature. It is not. It is alien, for it alienates. Even just some of us. We must believe in the failure of democracy. Numbers cannot count. Something permits minorities to be oppressed and ignored. It is a failed state, and it is a state considered normal. It is not so. We have to do otherwise. Humans cannot tolerate tolerance. It must be extinguished from our minds. What we believe about ourselves does not show in the world of others. There are differences, and not just of opinion. We must make amends with that which we have lost. Our sanity, our intelligence, our fears, our expressions, our hopes, our dreams, our beliefs, our glories, our creativity. Everything has come to something, and something has come to everything. It is not so, we cannot believe that we have found it, or that it can be found, or that it will be found. Sadly we have transgressed.