It

It started, then it continued as

it went along.

No one could come up with a 

cause for it, what direction it was

heading, nor what the outcome 

would be, but rules and regulations

were in place to direct it's progress.

After a while, the rules became more

important than anything else, and it

lost touch with itself, what it was to

begin with, and existed only in 

relation to the others, based on some

learned knowledge that roughly made

sense, but had no clue as to the real

nature of what was happening.

It knew something was wrong, that it

wasn't being told the truth, that those 

around it were involved in a mass 

delusion, but, because most went along

with this delusion, the alternative was

not very apparent. It had to search for

information that made sense. Many 

others were so sure of the certainty of

the common delusion that it had a hard

time finding anyone who didn't toe the

common line, who could speak and not

just react with a pat phrase, anyone with

the slightest doubt that conventional 

reality was what it made itself out to be.

It's story is really the same as that of 

every one that has tried to understand 

what was the truth of being here, going

along in a body, breathing, eating. Every

one that has taken that journey of inquiry 

has met with ridicule from those that live 

without examining their lives. It was one 

of very few that would ever see the 

possibility of experiencing freedom.