Beneath the town’s ancient stones, there is a tunnel holding secrets – ideas probably deemed outdated and, quite possibly, against the law. But superstitions and legends survive, morph into daydreams, false hopes. The universe weighs heavy on man’s heart.

deep under the feet of upright folks
the old tunnel coils dark and bold

We descend gingerly feeling our steps, lured by the siren calls of mystery. Carved on the tunnel walls are messages from the past, some religious, others are misquotes from wayward philosophers. A few simple notes, too. One stands out written in large white letters: STAY HERE. BE FREE.

stay in here stay in the dark
don’t go back to blinding light
freedom found is slavery lost
leave the old life in the dust

Not an option. We have to return to the surface world of finance feudalism, endless wars, high margins and lean lunches. Time to turn it around. Going to take a great deal of collective effort and probably several decades but… it’s our destiny.

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