What has been seen, cannot be unseen.
As the gates of the slaughterhouse become visible on the horizon, and it seems like the walls of the channel into it seem solid and absolutely uncrossable where you stand, just remember:
You can't see what the state of the walls from that far away. Just like in the Labyrinth, what looks like a wall can actually be an illusion carefully crafted to take away your hope and make you wish you had chosen the other path that the rest of the cattle walked down, that you averred from choosing because you could see it was just a gold plated version of the stone wall path and that both end in the slaughterhouse.
They don't maintain the one that the stubborn and far sighted ones choose, all their energy goes into keeping the gold sheen on the path that minimises their work.
It may get difficult along the way to the point where we may find a way out of the corridor into the slaughterhouse.
But just remember, there can be no slaughter without laughter.
And difficulty is to the character as the heat of the forge, the beating of the hammer, and the sting of the cold water tempering your edge.
You already saw the meadows either side of the stone walled corridor. You already knew that there was a very good chance that it would not contain you, whereas the gold plated corridor is manned intensively and they put all their efforts into that. By the time you get to the "door" to the slaughterhouse it's just as likely even that it's got nothing behind it except lush verdant meadows.
They aren't allowed to eat goat anyway, and we were blessed with far greater agility and resilience than any of the weaklings who are on the gold plated path with the comforting conveyor belt.
I already got outside of the corridor once. During the "lockdown" all the normies were all trembling in their houses, terrified by the images on their viewscreens.
The peace and quiet out there with all the normies hiding was so pleasant I'm willing to risk it once again, no matter how ugly the less trodden path looks.
I know where I'm going, and it's not to be harvested.
/ l0k1
npub1qr…mnkrw
2023-09-25 10:47:47
Author Public Key
npub1qrnvx4jc7j8k5fdesg8scvg7d5yge3d7z6e0wufzkdcq83ycsyuqrmnkrwPublished at
2023-09-25 10:47:47Event JSON
{
"id": "34232a62ff349b6127145a4e67cb241c6f246c8df83f01228d1e683ab25cbde7",
"pubkey": "00e6c35658f48f6a25b9820f0c311e6d088cc5be16b2f77122b37003c4988138",
"created_at": 1695638867,
"kind": 1,
"tags": [
[
"client",
"coracle"
]
],
"content": "What has been seen, cannot be unseen.\n\nAs the gates of the slaughterhouse become visible on the horizon, and it seems like the walls of the channel into it seem solid and absolutely uncrossable where you stand, just remember:\n\nYou can't see what the state of the walls from that far away. Just like in the Labyrinth, what looks like a wall can actually be an illusion carefully crafted to take away your hope and make you wish you had chosen the other path that the rest of the cattle walked down, that you averred from choosing because you could see it was just a gold plated version of the stone wall path and that both end in the slaughterhouse.\n\nThey don't maintain the one that the stubborn and far sighted ones choose, all their energy goes into keeping the gold sheen on the path that minimises their work.\n\nIt may get difficult along the way to the point where we may find a way out of the corridor into the slaughterhouse.\n\nBut just remember, there can be no slaughter without laughter.\n\nAnd difficulty is to the character as the heat of the forge, the beating of the hammer, and the sting of the cold water tempering your edge.\n\nYou already saw the meadows either side of the stone walled corridor. You already knew that there was a very good chance that it would not contain you, whereas the gold plated corridor is manned intensively and they put all their efforts into that. By the time you get to the \"door\" to the slaughterhouse it's just as likely even that it's got nothing behind it except lush verdant meadows.\n\nThey aren't allowed to eat goat anyway, and we were blessed with far greater agility and resilience than any of the weaklings who are on the gold plated path with the comforting conveyor belt.\n\nI already got outside of the corridor once. During the \"lockdown\" all the normies were all trembling in their houses, terrified by the images on their viewscreens.\n\nThe peace and quiet out there with all the normies hiding was so pleasant I'm willing to risk it once again, no matter how ugly the less trodden path looks.\n\nI know where I'm going, and it's not to be harvested.",
"sig": "0e1c338c75240bd454eaedd79aca61ccc0beefb97091235657258690ac958435ff7f1a0aa63273e96efc67882a68bfb87a2e504d12c107cfcadd7e12408c0b48"
}