It seems there are countless controls and influences on the human mind, from the parent to the cop, to the teacher and the boss. Perpetually giving into fear, falling in line, whether it is destructive or constructive, hoping never to be at the mercy of the cruel and bold.
The brain has recorded these influences since infancy, accustomed to the uneasiness and comfort of slavery. Every move is made with approval from another, with consent to conformity, with allowance from society; but never an original move. You are allowed to walk within the parameter set in stone, but not allowed to speak or behave in a true sense. You are a slave. Accept it.
The job must be had, the law even when wrong must be followed, and you must not step out of line.
Down comes the hammer, and in fear you hustle to get along, to belong, traipsing the map for the secure identification which makes thinking easier, though distorted.
No one's going to tell you to break free, because then that would mean they too would have to break free. Misery loves company, and slaves love the slop in their troughs and the stink of the hay loft. Anything but to be alone. Anything but to be free.
Anything.
