He trudges on in the desert, as the weight of the basket increases with every step.
Special boots do not help. The glasses he wears obstruct clear vision, The compass shows a certain direction, but he’s not sure why is he following that.
The ineptitude shows. He has never been trained for mental strength and clarity. Loyalty is his forte, and he does whatever the people he worships ask him to do.
The basket carries the fruits of his efforts, which are not sweet.
Yet, carrying on does not make sense, if one is not sure of the objective.
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Does he even have the opportunity to learn his objective? And if he did, would he have the option of saying, “No”? I don’t think so which is what makes this sad piece even sadder.
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Thank you, Michael! Sadness seems to be around in this eclipse season.
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The weight of such burdens in hostile conditions grows, questioning blind loyalty.
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Power will not be real without blind followers. So, they will keep creating this species.
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Perhaps mental clarity is at last dawning, if he is questioning his blind loyalty, doubting the purpose.
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Agree. Thanks, D.Avery!
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Sounds like a scary trek.
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Yeah ☺️ Thank you, Patricia! There’s a metaphor running through it.
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glad rags must make the man
i must clean best i can
eh?
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