Surfacing

You're launched out into nowhere with a mission. That mission you are given is actually a mystery. You are given a letter only ready to be opened when you don't know where to go or what to do. You open it only to find that it's a blank sheet of paper. Now what? You scrounge around looking for the answer but you cannot find a single thing or a single hint. You are left out there with no communication and cut off from the society beneath you. You always cry for help with the slightest chance of being heard. Slowly lose your sanity. Soon enough everyone is insane and they all think their tickers are working perfectly. As the time passes, slowly dissolving into this media run society with one mental brain controlling it, you buy into it. That you have one mission. That you have one answer. That we are all hear to make a difference. We are all unique. All one of kind. You're wrong, you're insane. We are told as kids about fairy tales and and myths. We believe what we are told and we take that and pass it on. Pass it on to others and other generations. We look stupid, we are their little puppets, they try to contain us into one small package, keep us from having a voice and speaking up. Those who speak up look insane. No their not. They are brave. You're little blank white piece of paper isn't going to get you anywhere, do what you want to do. This is nonsense, this post is nonsense.