Money
the invisible chains that hold and bind us .
that impossible Webb which those who control its tensions scuttle , hunt and prey on the trapped ! .
The retardant which holds all of people-kind back from becoming so much more.
this fabled glass ceiling if we are to evolve
‘must be smashed and as a race of beings therefore climb up together
into the light of freedom and meaningfully reacquaint ourselves with our limitless potential.
And so mote it be
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