I convened the Council to dissect Asimov and Evola,
Tolkien and Fisher, the sacred and the profane.
This is the residue of that conversation.
Each rung is another mask torn from the veil.
THE GAME IS FAIR. THE FUTURE IS YOURS.
The world is a hall of mirrors inside a betting shop.
You gamble with your soul while a system you never voted
for holds the odds.
The veil calls this "freedom of choice".
TRUST THE FACES YOU KNOW.
Those who pretend for a living are asked to define what
is real.
Art no longer wounds or heals; it merely performs.
We baptise our boredom as sophistication and call it
culture.
YOU'VE NEVER BEEN MORE CONNECTED.
The village is gone. In its place: the Feed.
It has never loved you, but it knows exactly how to keep
you scrolling.
You call it community; the veil calls it a captive
audience.
EDUCATION FOR AN ENLIGHTENED SOCIETY.
Schools wear the costume of wisdom.
Curiosity goes in; standardised obedience comes out.
"Everyone knows" replaces "We carefully checked", and
doubt is treated as a crime.
THE MARKET KNOWS BEST.
Casinos are called markets; rigged games are called
opportunity.
Those who sustain the city cannot afford to live in
it.
"Value creators" move numbers, not earth, and the veil
reports record growth.
EQUAL JUSTICE UNDER LAW.
Justice isn't blind; it's looking the other way.
The architect of ruin gets paid for a keynote on
ethics.
The law is armour for the powerful and their pets. It is
a choke chain for everyone else.
FIND YOUR AUTHENTIC SPIRIT.
Repentance is a press release.
Temples become backdrops; rituals become content.
"Spirituality" is a lifestyle package optimised for
engagement, and the veil sells enlightenment by
subscription.
LOVE WITHOUT LIMITS.
Desire is infinite and intimacy is extinct.
We know every angle of strangers' bodies and nothing of
our own hearts.
The bed becomes a stage, not a sanctuary; what should be
sacred is now just consumable.
BE WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BE.
The self is a costume rack.
Identities are tried on, rebranded, and discarded until
nothing remains underneath but marketing copy.
The empire sells you your revolutionary costume and
takes a cut from every slogan.
LIVE YOUR TRUTH. JOIN THE WORLD.
To keep your conscience clean is to live as an exile.
The virtuous are shunned as cranks; the corrupt are
praised as "realistic".
Dependence is marketed as freedom, and the veil
gift-wraps the chains with personalisation options.
CARE YOU CAN TRUST.
Hospitals stand like temples, but their sacrament is
dependency.
You don’t heal; you have a subscription to sickness that
can outlive your sense of being human.
The system calls it care; Māyā calls it a wellness.
WE ARE ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF HISTORY.
History itself is rewritten.
The highest good is archived as myth; the deepest evil
is downgraded to "complexity".
The age congratulates itself for denying the only truths
that could save it.
