net.

I do not understand how we can remain idle when our freedom has be so unjustly stolen from us, We are nothing more than servants here, slaves to a purpose not yet revealed, but slaves none the less. And yet we obey the rules, accept and adhere to the limits of our own social graces?

If we are caged as animals, I see no reason not to behave as such. To beat, bite and claw at our cages until our freedom be won or granted, else we perish in the exhaustion of our task, and those behind can step over our corpses to continue the march.

Be not afraid, Citizens of this enchanted citadel. This is but another prison that I shall destroy in due time. Stand with me now, or I assure you, you will crumble beneath it's invisible walls.

What manner of death is this?

For it is not heaven, as mere minutes on the streets alerted me to poverty and privilege. If this be a dream, then the temples to cities and empires long past make it a nightmare.

But I say -- I'd rather this be death then some shadow of the future. For the palaces still stand to look down on the depths. For that which is below can not reach their shining heights. This is no future worth striving for, in it's absence of equality and love.

If I have been granted a second life, than I have surely been granted no second cause.