Earth, this place we're on, is a giant teaching school, perhaps...a university. Call it 'hogwartz of hell', if you wish to. Or, call it none of the above, but hear me out.
Everyone we meet, especially, 'the majors' in our life, are 'ringers'. Look it up. In this case, 'persons fraudulently substituted'...and we are 'marks'! Also, referred to as 'easy marks', targets or goals.
We are students, in an ancient, ancient teaching game. Sometime's we are 'phukt with'(This is not a surname...although, it should be as common as Smith, for it's usefulness 'to them'.) They are the cat, and we are the mouse.
We cannot get out, until 'we die', 'we change'...or we find 'The Book of Phuktwith', where it is all explained! We are 'theirs', put here in this 'woodsy camp for hard learners and incorrigibles'...put here, by the parents we 'pissed off'!
Thus, a 'handoff substitution' , of the very special 'minders'...we call mom and dad, and we live, life to life, and hand to mouth, and never be the wiser, or the smarter either...because, they wont say a thing!.
That's the way it works, and that's 'the way it is'. You can deny. But, one fine day, you'll 'get a clue', and the next time too, and the next time too, and it all adds up, if you're kind of a 'weird math whiz', not with numbers 'per se', but a weird mind, collective...with a porous filter, 'sifting everything'.
At last...surprising half light, seen through glasses darkly. You accuse them, and they smile at you, like a devil on holiday. They know, that all of that time in the library wasn't wasted.
Indeed, you did find... 'The Infernal Book Of Phuktwith'. They know, you know...and now, they have to let you go. Class dismissed!
Who knew? Everyone but you...
Smile!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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