We're really sort of gambling, aren't we? Putting all our eggs in one basket because we have been told there is only one basket? The basket that will hold us, safely. The Tellers will, of course, handle our little basket gently, so that the sharp barbs of wood on our flesh will not make an obvious wound. More of an annoyance. An annoyance that we all experience, to the point that it feels normal.
Like headaches. "Just pop some of these into your body - that'll do you some good. Won't get rid of the headaches, of course, but that's OK, because those are normal."
Relentless messaging affects what we see as real and normal. The annoyances of our enclosures become normal. We can see no way out, there is only this one basket. Thus, contrived fantasies designed for us, not by us, are easily inserted into our consciousness. Our consciences give that fantasy form.
Our minds have been harnessed.
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