Ours is a complicated world. We’ve been taught not to act on instinct. We’ve been taught control and to adhere to the strict lines drawn for the benefit of conformity toward acceptable societal behavior. Yes, we live in cliches, we are slaves of society. We are slaves of the rules set for us ancient centuries ago but these rules still continue today because we conform. Our conformity is the antecedent to our existential stagnation. We can’t change unless we gather enough courage to fight. But in our slavery there is no appeal to our conscience. Why is that? When conscience becomes a dead mole running inside tunnels dug out of it’s own claws, you know it’s lost. So who will pick up the first pen and who will pick up the first sword because we need to fight the war that we didn’t even suspect was going on within ourselves for generations. We are the lost generation because our behavior is locked in tradition yet our conscience struggles to find the last ray of sunlight and make its escape. We are the lost generation because we fail to gather together to make our stand; we fail to pick up our swords and pens because we fail to comprehend the danger to our self within self; we are destroyers of progress and we are destroyers of thought; we are swallowers of lies and we are messy devourers of humility; we are no one until we find the cause to be unspolit by race, untouched by religion, and to not be enslaved by tradition.