The Humiliation of Knowledge

This knowledge is exquisitely and almost unbearably humiliating.

When we emerge from the

“matrix” of mythology, we look back and see…

…that we licked the boots of those who kicked us. That we sang the praises of those who harvested us. That we were slaves

who cheered the virtue of being owned.

And – the most terrifying realization of all…

That we are far more afraid of our fellow slaves than we are of our masters.

Once this realization sinks in, we are temporarily lost in a fog of limbo… We cannot be masters, but are no longer slaves

. We cannot sup at the bloody tables of the elites, but neither are we welcome any more in the cages of the slaves, to fight over scraps and call it “plenty.”

This is the land between the stars, between the past and the present, where the fertility of the future takes root.

And it can be a very, very lonely place to be.

And it is this exile, this knowledge, that we are avoiding at all times.

The truth does set us free –

at the cost of revealing to us that we are all slaves

.

And – that our fellow slaves

hate us most of all.