Ancient writings of thousands of years ago, written by long gone philosophers. What once was mend as a guideline, has been raped and turned into religious judgment. Drained by the prejudice, being trapped in society's corner. Should we let our lives be led, by certain community standards.
The search of the collective mind
to serve life is good...
insidiously, it can be evil.
What can it tell us.
Who is us... what are we?
So many people, so many minds. So many ways to give meaning to live. Society tries to get all combined; they force us to combine. Sucked into a community; rejecting their individuality. Strengthened by majorities, pushing down minorities.
The search for the collective mind
to serve life is good...
insidiously, it can be evil.
What can it tell us.
Who is us... what are we?
One alone without the need of bondage, free to state his mind. Released from the community by making one choice; the choice of being one without many.
There is no collective mind
Your colors, your believes; it strengthens my identity. Choosing for this heresy to stand as one amongst others. The mass has swallowed you up, a swarn of emptiness. There within your being, you're only serving legeon.