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Daily: freewrite
Jul. 27th, 2021 08:19 amIt's not always power. Some things never felt like power. I read something and it clicks, though: secrets are power.
How obvious does it sound laid out on the page like that? But I never mapped political secrets and treasure chests onto emotions before.
You keep your secrets and I am pleasant to you. I keep mine and you are pleasant to me. The kindness-simulation machine runs on secrets. Its secrets are mined from unkindness: little rejections and big explosions slowly draw the blinds down on our truths until, through the metamorphosis of their own weight and heat, truths harden and exude only secrets. There's no light buried this deep.
The machine runs. The machine strives for self-preservation. The machine feeds, generation after generation, rolling forward and compacting selves into secrets through the scramble for the power we hope will make us safe.
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How obvious does it sound laid out on the page like that? But I never mapped political secrets and treasure chests onto emotions before.
You keep your secrets and I am pleasant to you. I keep mine and you are pleasant to me. The kindness-simulation machine runs on secrets. Its secrets are mined from unkindness: little rejections and big explosions slowly draw the blinds down on our truths until, through the metamorphosis of their own weight and heat, truths harden and exude only secrets. There's no light buried this deep.
The machine runs. The machine strives for self-preservation. The machine feeds, generation after generation, rolling forward and compacting selves into secrets through the scramble for the power we hope will make us safe.
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