There is a plague sweeping across the country, and it worries me. It's not one that you can see, for it infects your consciousness and the perception of what you see. The eyes cloud over, the arms go limp, and all independent thought slips slowly out of your mind. I am so desperate to save you all, yet am powerless to do so. I have Light, so much Light within me, but am paralysed by a deep fear of my own. Why don't you fight back? Like zombies that have been bitten by the sweet soothing tones of the establishment, there is a wave of surrender that is infecting humanity. Can't you see that all the power lies within you? Can't you see that you have to the right to object and respond? But no. I look into your lifeless eyes and see that no, you cannot see. You have taken the words, and the platitudes, and the glib lies, and absorbed them as your own.
Why am I not responding? Why am I not objecting? Why am I hiding and playing along? Why do I keep silent as I watch you all shuffle along, mesmerised by the beat of the piper's song. Even my toes are tapping to the sound of the jaunty tune. People are sick, people are tired, their bodies succumbing to things they should be resisting. And still I am silent. Scared in case they see the truth I know. A truth that cannot be shared. A truth that threatens the way things have always been. A truth that awakens those still able to hear.
There is a plague sweeping across the land, and it worries me. Is it too late to stop the exodus over the cliff's edge? Is it too late to shake you all out of your sedated slumber, to share what I know? Am I enough? I stay silent. Scared in case you see the truth I know. There is a plague sweeping across humanity, and I am hiding in case it comes for me too.
