Events take place beyond our knowledge of control.
Our lives are lived for us.
We can only try to enslave others.
But gradually, special perceptions are being developed.
The idea of the “Lords” is beginning to form in some minds.
We should enlist them into bands of perceivers to tour the labyrinth during their mysterious nocturnal appearances.
The Lords have seacret entrances, and they know disguises.
But they give themselves away in minor ways.
Too much glint of light in the eye.
A wrong gesture.
Too long and curious a glance.
The Lords appease us with images.
They give us books, concerts, galleries, shows, cinemas.
Especially the cinemas.
Through art they confuse us and blind us to our enslavement.
Art endorns our prison walls,
keeps us silent and diverted and indifferent.