We need to define it because we have nothing else, this life
we choose to lead, we cannot easily abandon, so we erect walls around it, choosing
to defend it, rather than risk the risk of change, not an issue or mortality,
but of frailty or fate, what we got stuck with, must live with, with or without
shame, painting the inner walls of this citadel as to make it feel less like a
prison, when that’s all it ever is, one we made for ourselves, one we decorate
with excused and fake causes.
We need to feel righteous about it all, for fear if we do
not build support for this, the whole things will fall down on us, a “house of
cards” in a game wen cannot actually wind, only pretend we can.
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