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If I were to speak, what would happen? 

Silence, for a practical reason, or just out of fear? 

Fear… 

We don't ask where our self defining metrics come from, we're only concerned about the specific measurements, clinging to roughly sculpted identities, debating if one is better than another, comparing, curating…

The cage reverberates with a hollow, rusted metallic clang, yet there are no bars… No walls, confinement dependent on our compliance, playing along, pretending the lines drawn on the ground are solid obstacles.. 

Compliance, is it the fear of what's beyond the invisible wall? 

Is it just a desire for a mind numbing, cozy illusion? 

We're trapped here, is it by some deluded malicious design of an unseen jailer, a wrong choice, necessity, a trick? 

An unseen jailer, dependent on our compliance to keep us here instead of where we were supposed to be? 

A wrong choice, to gain the illusion of individuality? 

Necessity, like water raining from the clouds, the drops seeking their brief distinction from the rest, the delusion of being fundamentally different, instead of being just another iteration of the same essence.. Seeking significance in the momentary shifting and morphing of overall shape, rate of descent before the inevitable return to indistinct, intertwined existence.. 

A trick, a delusion that awareness somehow negates the insignificance of a single droplet in the downpour, that the collective awareness negates the insignificance of the downpour in the endless cycle of rain and evaporation.. 

Author's Note

🤔🤔 Nope.

Not quite there yet.