I’m walking around at night in a city that is supposed to be New York, it looks much more like a mix between Paris and Moscow though. As I’m crossing a square, I see a familiar face coming towards me. Clearly drunk, walking in a zig zag pattern, bumping into people, who other than Mr. Knave (this is true, swear to Crom!). As I recognise him (you), big bushy beard and all, and I lean forward to shake his (your) hand. He (you) start to cartwheel around me, Matrix style, before he (you) dissapear into the crowd, still cartwheeling.

I woke up not long after this, thinking; how the hell did you build a machine that let’s you sneak into peoples dreams? And can I borrow it?

Fear of confrontation. Fear that someone might not like us. Fear that someone may have evidence that our deepest held beliefs may turn out to be wrong. Fear of change. Fear of the unknown.

It takes a lot of introspection to come to terms with our own fears, see them for what they are and eventually accept them in order to keep them from controlling our lives.

Don’t you ever wonder if you should force them to shoot you, just to prove they have real bullets?

In my experience, most of the time when people want to ‘discuss’ politics, they really just want to make you agree with them. That’s not a discussion.

That conversation you posted above has happened in my head quite a few times. :)