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The Puppet Master

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  Puppet Master The narrow, high-walled passage swallowed the sound of my boot scraping a broken cobblestone, the echo sharp in the dry air. Above, a sliver of unforgiving sunlight cut down, carving deep shadows where the damp, mossy scent of the gully was now replaced by the smell of dust and ancient stone. I paused, looking not just at my gloved hand—the leather scuffed from my descent, but at what was attached to it. Thin, nearly invisible lines, like high-tensile wires , stretched from the articulated cuff on my wrist and disappeared into the air above the path. I tracked them with my eyes until they converged on a small, stone figure standing motionless in the centre of the walkway. It was a crude marionette , barely a foot tall, carved from the same pale, cracked stone as the surrounding walls. Dressed in a simple tunic, its blank, oval face held a radiating sense of expectant waiting. Its arms were held out, palms up. I held the strings. Yet, the feeling was not one of cont...
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GODin Equilibrium

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GODin Equilibrium

The haste to make common sense is immediately erroneous
But that doesn't seem to matter in the world of simulated comfort
She will be right mate, don't fix it if it's not broken
Common Sense: We need a strong response to threats

The observation must be questioned if the edge is to be protected from the core
Making sense require curiosity 
The majority of mind matters is comforted by delusion
Investigation is the only way forward
Common Sense: We cannot be seen as weak

History repeats under the mantra of common sense
The future is ours if we collectively question
The chance of choice is not within the boundary
Futileness nestles within accepting commonality
Our political leaders maintain fear and conflict as the broker to maintain common sense 
There is a disregard of the intellect 
Common Sense: We cannot be confused by complexity






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