and a new earth

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Ladies and gentlemen,

the world is much larger and stranger than you have been led to believe
there are extraordinary things in your everyday lives
there are hidden treasures in familiar shadows
you have been kept shielded
shielded from the dangerous and untamable world of the actual
we hand it all to you on a plate packaged and pristine
the blandly mass-produced trinkets
the omnipresent corporate cafes
the unchallenging brainless autotuned overprocessed media that fills your screens and airwaves
we've anaesthetised you like a Huxleyan Soma
with all the aroma of neatness and control
whilst the disorder of your anarchic nature has been pounding at your soul
we can never be like you
so we reduce you to simplicity
but you have sparks of divinity
you are married to infinity
we make you fear your imperfections
but in fact they are the diamond of your being
and they will always offer unimaginable variations
you have forgotten how to dream
because we have removed it from your language
but there are things inside you that are mysterious and magical and impossible to explain
and if anything cannot be rationally explained then our machines will not compute
you are being watched, my friends
you are taxed livestock
you are numbers on our screens
and you are seeking little other than the peaceful parade of pictures on screens
the tranquil melody of corporate lullaby
this is an invitation
put down your newspapers
turn off your tvs
because there is a war being waged for your minds
and you're starting to feel scared
you're starting to forget just how free and powerful you really are
deep inside you there is a roaring fire
that is not cooled by comfort or tamed by fear
a fire that burns in all things
a fire that can drag your fellow beings out of stagnant waters
and re-imagine your world with no leader or station
no grants from rich foundations
a world that is not made of atoms but stories
a world that shifts its shape with every passing daydream that intervenes your daily routines
and the narcotic moments of creative bliss
the bizarre stomach flutterings with the lovers you kiss
the complex structures you devise
and the endless nights shooting stars into your eyes
there are trails of light in your collective dreams
there is sentience in your discarded machines
everything in this world is intoxicating
everything is on fire all the time
and you are bound only by the limits of your imagination everything else will follow
the world will follow
as above so below
a new heaven and a new earth