Stalin, Roosevelt and Churchill. Tehran Conference (1943).

There is no Freedom. Only Control.

A monologue about our world.

“You’re a man who see the world in binary perspectives —

Left and right. Communists and capitalists. Republicans and democrats. Dictatorships and democracies. Terrorists and freedom fighters.

All of this is one articulated lie to create the false sense of choice, the false sense of identity. Meanwhile, people kill themselves to follow a model of freedom and justice, but they forget that justice and freedom are the same lies that developed their means of “being”.

You’re a man who see a bichrome world. Ignorant against the truth, immovable against opinions and hypocrite against your mistakes. The world is a system. A ballistic string of more and more systems, all with one single objective:

Joy Division — Control.
Language control. Freedom control. Identity control. Media control. Ideology control. Economic control. Social control. Military control. Border control. Nation control. Science control. Religion control.

But you still think that you have freedom. Freedom? Which freedom? What is freedom?

There is no freedom.

Freedom is a wish, another source of will, created and manufactured by partials and binary systems. It’s other way to justify the “me” inside nothingness. With the purpose to make that you see only what is ahead of your nose, without thinking about the next.

Austrians executing Serbs in 1917 (WW1).
While humanity continues to see the world as a strain of ones and zeros. The world will still be made of capitalists and communists, borders and immigrants, terrorists and fake libertarians.
While red and blue remains, we will be separated as beings. And we’ll still live in the world of control. And you my friend — will still live as a small man, a man zero or one. Another cog of gears and systems, one more tool.

From the moment that you start to see the world as the way it is, you finally can pass from zero to 100 and one to 1000.”

- Project Longinus. Marcos Paulo.

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