The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
---I ended up sitting on the floor in a room so unfamiliar to myself. The walls plain, and a lone window allow the brightest light to illuminate the space. Before me sat seven older people, all of which seemed to have been infected with a poison of some sort yet it was more like a disease; they were all dying though I was not. Their faces blue, dirty, and broken. One man, grey haired, began to sob stating, 'I do not wish to die. I love to live! Oh what despair!' The light that had once shown through the window had faded, the room turned over to an ominous and dark overtone. He bowed his head before me as I replied, 'To be content to live, is to be content to die. You know you have died before, my friend.' I turned around to find myself sitting before every single one of my closest friends, all of their heads bowed. 'This disease is the beginning of the apocalypse, the truth will be revealed.' Each one nodded in agreement, accepting their fate, and prepared to fight it. I walked out of the room to find myself with a friend with big guns pointed at a large church. 'Are you ready to watch it fall?' I asked him. 'No, let it wait til' tomorrow, it'll burn.
Human reason exhausts itself ceaselessly to explain the inexplicable. Explanation itself is high comedy, as preposterous as trying to see the back of one's own head, but the vanity of the ego is boundless, and it becomes even more overblown by this very attempt to make sense of nonsense. The mind, in its identity with the ego, cannot by definition, comprehend reality; if it could, it would instantly dissolve itself upon recognizing its own illusory nature. It's only beyond the paradox of mind transcending ego that what Is stands forth, self-evident and dazzling in its infinite Absoluteness. And then all of these words are useless.
A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude. To make them love it is the task assigned, in present-day totalitarian states, to ministries of propaganda, newspaper editors and schoolteachers. The greatest triumphs of propaganda have been accomplished, not by doing something, but by refraining from doing. Great is truth, but still greater, from a practical point of view, is silence about truth.