And those that fathom out the truth; who solve the puzzle; will be tiny voices in a hurricane wind. They may be heard but their opinions will be seen no more as other lies. That will be human existence on the earthly orb. They can never discover their true identity, for that will reveal the face of their gaoler; and the truth about their existence.
Let them lead meaningless lives that they are brain washed into believing are of great importance. When their reality is meaningless; cannon fodder merely on game boards that is not their true existence. And let them worship superior forces; forces they deem are their saviours. Let that worship be guaranteed through fear of punishment and harsh reprisal. Let that be their meaningless lives,
Never let them glimpse their real face or their real identity; for certain they will then up rise and overthrow facets of themselves. For surely they will discover that the knots that tie them are knots they've made themselves; for no enemy exists outside only inside. Hide from them the nature of their own destruction. For that is the truth kept from their lower minds.
