Nile on Nostr: Reading this hasn’t been good for my mental health 😂 alas, you have to destroy ...
Reading this hasn’t been good for my mental health 😂 alas, you have to destroy before you elevate. I’ve accepted the FIAT dictatorship as an unbreakable and inevitable reality. It got me thinking about the how all prophets were shepherds first, to prepare them for prophethood. That would make us, the people, analogous to sheep.
At first, I thought that meant we need to be controlled. But in reality, the job of the shepherd isn’t to control, but to guide and protect. To ensure his flock don’t stray and that they aren’t picked off by predators. To ensure they don’t oppress each other either.
I’ve come to realise that sheep are allowed to graze. They are free to seek their provisions and roam the territories freely. They form their own social bonds that are outside of the perception of the shepherd, as long as they are free from harm. Their wounds are treated, their stomachs full and their lives free.
What we are, are cattle. Factory farmed cattle, tightly packed in a concrete jungle and fed mass produced slop. We’re injected with drugs to keep us productive, and our life force is drained from us to feed our masters. We have neither the freedom to opt out, nor the dignity to recognise our state. Our little pens have Netflix and Amazon prime to keep us heedless and docile.
Who knew I’d yearn for life as a sheep.
At first, I thought that meant we need to be controlled. But in reality, the job of the shepherd isn’t to control, but to guide and protect. To ensure his flock don’t stray and that they aren’t picked off by predators. To ensure they don’t oppress each other either.
I’ve come to realise that sheep are allowed to graze. They are free to seek their provisions and roam the territories freely. They form their own social bonds that are outside of the perception of the shepherd, as long as they are free from harm. Their wounds are treated, their stomachs full and their lives free.
What we are, are cattle. Factory farmed cattle, tightly packed in a concrete jungle and fed mass produced slop. We’re injected with drugs to keep us productive, and our life force is drained from us to feed our masters. We have neither the freedom to opt out, nor the dignity to recognise our state. Our little pens have Netflix and Amazon prime to keep us heedless and docile.
Who knew I’d yearn for life as a sheep.