Brown uniforms are real. Rifles are real.
Soldiers are a social fiction.
Blue uniforms exist and so do their guns.
Policemen, my brothers and sisters, are a social fiction.
So many primitive ways to keep us in check.
Or is that too Budddhistic a view for you?
Building a new world in the shell of the old
Begins in your head.
If you’re angry, you can be manipulated.
Hope, rage, sorrow, and joy. We are all greater artists than we realize.
Abolishing mind’s borders are your first orders.
But I am not in charge of you.
There is no governor anywhere. You are all absolutely free.