A movement begins with a push.
A voice,
a message,
a planted seed.
At first it cannot be seen or heard,
only to those that seek it out.
As the movement grows and gathers size,
it gathers pace. It becomes an
unstoppable force,
momentum.
Today we begin.
Hard work,
work hard,
repeat.
It is a simple formula and one that
rarely fails.
Those seeds we sow now will reap the
rewards we seek further down the line.
Freedom won't come easy and nor should
it.
As a society we became stagnant,
and no tsunami comes from stagnant
waters.
Everywhere the unfairness of the world
is becoming too much —
and the greatest irony of all, is that we
have become prisoners to the technology
created with the intention of bringing
us our freedom.
We are connected to everyone, but never
have we felt so alone.
I am as guilty as most.
In reality I have done nothing, a mere
one of the billions upon billions of
trapped souls venting our fury at the
world into 460 pixels per inch;
and as we retreat into the scattered
noise of social media and endless scroll,
we must escape.
We must create our push.
Bring chaos, fury, rage.
Great writers of the past knew this was
coming —
dismissed as fiction but damning in its
reality.
You will be required to do wrong no
matter where you go.
It is the basic condition of life to be
required to violate your own identity.
At some time every creature which lives
must do so.
It is the ultimate shadow the defeat of
creation.
This is the curse at work, the curse that
feeds on all life,
everywhere in the universe.
They have us where they want us, but
we've brought it upon ourselves.
Have you not had enough,
have you not seen enough?
This needs real world change.
Join the Mikaboshi,
it is time.