The system is a series of constructs designed to guide the movement of us and resources. And when not that, the system keeps the proletarians disunited, stressed, and in conflict. Divide, conquer, and control are the objectives.

Held by a thread, hung from the heavens, companion to the winds, and swayed by the mandarins of time.

The body isn’t what I live for. The body is only a mud brick temple. As all will agree, the body is built to crumble. The soul is more and the soul is immortal. The soul is why I live and the soul is why I endure.

Like a Shakespearean tragedy, tragically, I was cast into an artificial realm that practices deliberate deception without the knowledge of what I be, how I be, and my natural information absorbing ability.

Answer me this my fellow humans—are we really on this earth to work an eight-hour shift, to have the productions of our blood and labour taken, to live pay-cheque to pay-cheque while balancing on a line of credit, to give forty years to a mortgaged existence, to sweat for the system when the financial chains will remain regardless, and to thirst strictly for the weekends?

Born of steel but taken by the Iron Age. The Divine Lion is locked in the body cage.

We’ve turned. We’ve turned on our beginnings. We’ve turned to hurt the Mother of all earthly things, such as the seas, trees, lions, leaves, penguins, people, and chimpanzees. Dematerialized, we are forever family, including even fire, ice, and flying things.

Every human being is born with an inherit responsibility to make this world a better place. Until one fulfills this duty, he or she hasn’t truly lived.

History is a continuous battle between the "haves" and the "have-nots". No matter if the "have-nots" think their shepherds.