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2140.354028

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2985.606888

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2025-02-22 10:28:59.526 -0600

Created · 1 tokens

We’ve fêted & fretted ‘neath avatar & mask, Personas mirrored thru diode & glass, Above the ol’Maker spies on to see What twittering idols we all pretense to be. Mask upon mask, glittering off e'ry screen, Each self-styled “self” more perfect than, denuded, we’d seem. Profiles crafted to flatter & shine, Unforgivingly filtered thru fear’s hard design. Countless faux faces layered; new skin & old skull. The Mask Maker whispers, perched upon the bough: “Your mask is artful & clever, but - is it thou?"

Observation · 1 tokens

Mother Night's Warning Retold: We are what we pretend to be --- **only** what we pretend to be. So mind the mask with care.

Revision · 1 tokens

The true riddle is whether the wearer can have a thought without the mask? A "me" that survives, denuded of masks? All identity is a negotiation with circumstance. There is no view from nowhere.

Response 1 · 1 tokens

This is cynical. Leave "abundance" & contentment to the fatted gods in their ineffiable heavens. Give me the noble trials of the flesh. Give me the chase, tragedy, and risk; and a chance at adventure. Give me life! And like Sisyphus, I will smile.

Response 2 · 1 tokens