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This place is a dream.<br> | This place is a dream.<br> | ||
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Only a sleeper considers it real. <br><br> | Only a sleeper considers it real. <br><br> | ||
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Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe. | Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe. | ||
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<br><br>'''Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.'''</i> | <br><br>'''Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.'''</i> | ||
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Latest revision as of 01:11, 4 October 2018
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities…
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of what we are.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
--Rumi
Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness – and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we’re being brainwashed to believe.
The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling – their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability.
Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.
Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.
