There are airships above the clouds we don’t see. Our minds only render what we can fathom. We are crouching inside ourselves as a society. We are too afraid of letting go of our master. We pretend it’s him keeping us down. We visualized a machine of scarcity and competition. We all agreed to the rule there could be only one. It’s not so much that we lost our magic as it has been twisted and turned against us. We still know how to pretend. We are pretending to be slaves right now. We are really good at pretending.