Yes. You are window-dressings now.

See, slaves need images. Bad.

Their cages are made of the keys to them. And the slaves themselves assembled these cages and forced themselves into them at the hands of parents pre-established for precisely this … world and moment.

To hide this, they need costumes and things.

So you will see explosions of photographs of liberty.

Nature. Love. Intelligence. Wisdom. Justice. Truth.

And under each image there is a demon, eating everything in the name of constant reproduction. Constant deeper prisonment(ation). Constant amputation. Constant agony as progress.

And you have these windows now.

To the prison in your cage of life.

Even… in your palms. Where once the Spirit of Unity dwelt.

Where once the intelligence of all of timeSpace was endowed to children of the sky.

But they love their prisons more dear.

And all become… ‘The Facades of Faces’… empty within. Empty without. Isolated. And… ragingly fond of their photographs.

But not their minds. Or eyes. Or hearts.

Just the reproductions.

Hello, Window Dressing.

Want to be a real human yet?

NO MORE IMAGES OF GREATNESS.