Where freedom expires amidst softness and sighs

It is here, at the crossroads. A dangerous place. What was initially the euphoria of a crowd and the tear of a statue or flag has to be replaced by scafolding, a building site.

Here, far in the in-between, where neither party wins, where the center is defined by so much more than two dimensions, that the story truly begins. Past the point when we've poured the filth in our systems that we need to see holes and blood rushing from all around.

To end the ever-fulfilling anger, the constant crave for attention, the hatred... targets rarely last forever. A dictatorship always has to have an enemy to rattle their hatred against. No more dictatorships. To live and die through others in the detriment of the being. And in the process, preserve whatever ancestral flaws have been given to us.

Dismiss any acknowledgements of virtue and merit. Only look ahead in the crowd, never back at those following. Nowhere does a droplet of the ocean lead the waves. 
For once, be a center. If only we could remain different whilst having some sort of group intuition.

But for all that's saint and true, read it thoroughly through. If it's anger that propels you, we are doomed. If it's empathy, we'll be warm, but needlessly without progress. Fear- opression, peer-pressure... really? 

Unless the Great Flattening of History comes, there won't be any intuition to light anything else on fire. 

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