I dreamt. I dreamt.
I dreamt that in I walked along a path so long and windy my head spun around me. My eyes focusing on nothing but a bright, shining, white light at the end of the journey. I squinted. I shielded my eyes. I cowered for protection from the rays that assaulted my peripherals. And yet closer yet I walked towards the unknown.
All this while I thought about the fear of the unknown. How our bodies shudder and go into tiny spasms at the thought of what the unknown could do to us. But what could the unknown do to us? It being unknown, we very obviously wouldn't be able to tell what it can or cannot do. Then it dawns on me it isn't the unknown that we are afraid of. It is the imagination that the unknown encourages. The simple imagination of the possibilities of what things we don't know, can or cannot do.
I'm not the first to realize this. Many before me have come and gone and have managed to control, no not harnest, but control and cage the imagination. Kings and Queens, Dictators, Governments, Prime Ministers and even Presidents all fear the imagination. The ability to imagine and create with the mind, to set an idea and bring forth the creation of what was once unknown and unimaginable, the ultimate unknown. Ideas that could topple governments, economies, and the very good lives of the elite.
But as they say, fight fire with fire. Using the imagination to control imagination. The planting of one seed that will outgrow another. We all know this as RELIGION. The plant of idealistic thinking to transition into discipline and submission.
I didn't say there isn't a God. I only ask where did the idea of a specific one come from?
I'd dare say the light at the end of my journey would more easily be a spaceship than it is a gate of such grandeur that it blinds me (Why would you built a gate so grand that you couldn't see it. How the hell would I know its grand then).
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