Knight Vision

Mind is my weapon.
Thought a cutting edge,
One side of which,
Creativity, slices through
Life’s rigid dogmas;
Explodes lies about as much
as it authors myths,
Carving meaning out
of obscure substances.
The other, theory,
Threads together these
pieces the other side
chops this material
world up into;
Weaving significantly
beautiful tapestries
out of unbounded things.
When you think about it,
Thinking over precisely
the same fields of conflict
again and again,
Dressing in general
the war machine
down to primary causes,
Every war in human
history has been fought
principally in the mind.
An idea that begins
with its culmination;
already over in a sense
once the concept is realized.
The word game begins
funnily enough,
Until proceeding with
the war game;
the mechanics of which
Depends upon the schism.
When our Lords have
convinced us that Word
and World are but the
same illusion; sold us
the perpetual war delusion,
They will have erected the
penultimate keystone
of our human cage. So
let our collective mind
become an arsenal. One
ocean wave of the hand,
State propaganda eroding
into tatters; disciplined
meditations penetrating
deeply into ideological
stews through which the
mind severs with radical
passions its inception
rotted to the root.
Take up the hilt now
Stirring in the cosmos;
the immortal power of what
could be were only we to see
that it already is.
Let your own mind be
the final illumination.
Brothers and sisters
take up your swords.

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