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Dec 2012
Illusions exist to keep order.
They limit the visionaries.
They hinder the Philosophers.
They stop the would be radicals.
They hide the truth.
To be rid of them you are rid of safety.
To be rid of them you are free.
Written by
Luke Kurkowski
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