Would you believe that I am an illusionist as much
as I am fed by illusions? Would you have my powers to
discern blindfolded and deluded, then? I have never just begun to realise
the dichotomy of my love and loyalties, or the perversion of my spiritedness,
the manipulation of my thoughts, words and deeds to suit treachery
I have understood in my patience and the exactitude of my selflessness!
And the repeated attempts to marginalise my divinity. Don Quixote was not
foolishly fighting windmills! You can see that he was warring against
the misconceptions of a conventionality that became the hallmark
of a dystopian civilisation. You can be bred on the alleged authenticity of false justice,
fake societal norms, a break with actual morality; and those disguised as the
law of the land. Can you figure out how many brave soldiers were
declared mentally unstable since the beginning of humanity? Lampooned as maniacs
for their unrelenting beliefs. Destroyed as heretics for their convictions.
Demeaned as a science of impropriety for their truth. Defeated for their intrepidity.
Consigned to perpetual halls of notoriety? You must have an idea of how
important it is for a prophet to save himself as much as he avows
to save you all from your abrasive obeissance to adamant crime
passing off as your governance. Even Sancho Panza was not an
undoubting subservient reality, but a hidden voice, a poltergeist from the
wonder of an eternal spirit. You can call Don Quixote – God,
and Sancho Panza a paranormal personification of God’s vindicative echo!
You can say truth lies when the real liars have to be deceived.
Just as the liars and traitors try to downsize truth through blindfold and delusion!
Don Quixote was not seeing illusions; it is all your mirages that will ultimately deluge you!
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