To laics, free speech is an ultra-modern conviction. The prominence of mass media devices and the trust huddled masses place in them correlates. Origin, therefore, recedes from view, giving rise to a reverberation. When followers intone “free speech” they center on electronic channels. Censorship comes in as appointed by soothsayers, having culled frail psyches into synthetic boxes. Leastwise, free speech is infinite, thus impervious to the lumbering assaults of imperial extroverts.
Rather, the concern is inordinate faith placed in modernistic utensils for knowledge, i.e. revelation/inspiration. The mass fails at conscious deliberation and analysis. Indeed, the refrain “stop and think” fades in the distance. Receptive hordes hover around tell-a-visions like moths to lamplight. The goggle-box displays allowable details, yet nary an overarching viewpoint presents. (This major chore persists for the viewer. Perchance the viewer is impassive; expects that the magicians behind the screen will make allowances). Alas, no general viewpoint suggests itself. Aphotic, unable to see the forest for the trees, relying on hidebound oracles, one displays all the impulse of a glazed chicken.
Proselytes render freedom as a donation from eighteenth century menfolk that fancied voluminous wigs and gaudy stockings (one wonders what took so long for liberty to advance). Observe, however, that freedom seems precarious, with populaces divided between certain supreme beings and universal life forces that spiral from foremost political parties. Should one yearn for real, specified world spirits arising, for instance, from Washington, D.C., may yet favor to intersperse virtue amid the chronic hoi polloi.
Voting targeted as an ace in the hole, albeit an ever-flaring hole, and as such lends two wisdoms: politicians (using the term broadly) serve as something they’re not, and like Lucifer, they ache for intendance. Second, masses serve as microcosms of their guides. Hence, a wicked symbiotic relationship between puerile followers and specious leaders. The former supplies belief while the latter provides temptation. This duo embodies the storied whims of “free thinkers.” Nay, the tail end of a serpent.
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