Politicians.

We are so trapped within the spiraling illusion of media that we inevitably forget that Barack Obama had a favorite blanket as a child he could never sleep without. Donald Trump felt shadowed by his father and wished for him to hold his hand, to comfort him in his dark room when demons and shadows whirled around his head. Hillary Clinton watched another woman in her class in the eighth grade and compared the womanly figure of her body to her own. Late at night, she cried and wished she were somebody else. Why do we forget and deny the humanity, the tenderness of these people as if they are not equal to us? Every human being, man or woman, affluent or threadbare, cries in the dark hours of the night, wishing and praying for another life. But in the devilish illusion of our technological existence we forget this, we deny it, we bury it in the great scheme of our projected reality. We blame these people for the problems in our lives, people we have never met and never will, but who are the same as us. We project our own inferiorities, our own fears, our own hatred into the spiral of illusion. We stare into the screens of our false realities, aiming hatred and blame onto these faces, faces that once gazed up into their mother's eyes in admiration, or watched their father's backs as he turned it to them once more. These faces wept, they laughed, they winced in agony as life's burdens were thrust upon them. These faces were once those of the child in the dark room, the lost and hopeless teenager that skimmed the ideas of death and ending their own existence. We have lost the ability to turn within, to summon that fearful child, to face the fears of our subconcious. More so, have we lost the ability to offer the love and acceptance to our neighbors, our brothers and sisters who each feel the same emotions and fears that we do. Instead we shoot rays of violent malice and blame into the spiral of illusion created for us by the media, by technology, and by our own unwillingness to acknowledge that we are all human, we are all deserving and worthy of love and kindness. It begins by an internal journey, accessing that child in the dark room, and acknowledging that we have all been that same person, sharing the same heart, the same hope for a brighter tomorrow. Let not the spiral of illusion defer you from the truth; these people that you blame, that you hate, are you.