Like desperate animals they gravitate to me, unfearing, while the bastions of integrity shirk my presence and speak overhead. They have only arms that reach out to me, clawing space. A limb gropes around me, crushing my body. I cannot tell if it is the arm of one who hates me or one who is desperate for guidance. I am dragged under, floating...Those arbiters of free speech; they erect an echo chamber, spitting scorn at anyone who dares to be different. Like a bee battering itself against a window pane and continuing to do so once the window is opened, they seek not the truth of freedom; they find their raison d'etre only through perpetual struggle.
The bastions of integrity forbid me to speak whilst continually arguing with shills and trolls. The idiot-antagonists of the world will always have a place in their heart: it is only next to idiocy that they can identify themselves.
Even the jokers here deride me with sarcasm and impatience. They no more want the inconvenience of another's opinion than the bastions of integrity do. They strangely dance to the same song: Integrity and Folly; bed fellows in the temple echo chamber.
I am dragged further under.
Over and out for now, guys!
xxx
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