Never tell anyone of your good deeds —
They will loathe and despise you for it,
Lest their own conscience be pricked.
Let your soul’s light shine,
But not for your fellow humans,
Who are too absorbed and enamored
With the comfort of their own darkness.
Most of them are hollow avatars, anyway —
One-dimensional specters void of creative power,
Having exchanged the robustness of their identities
For the passive ease of collective psychosis.
Nod along when they spout their nonsense
And let them believe their choices are their own,
Then quietly undermine them at every opportunity —
They’ll be too blind to notice it.
They always accept the path of least resistance:
That which is fated and familiar,
Leading to the old pain and destruction
With which they habitually identify.
Lacking courage and conviction,
They will find your choices puzzling —
That is, if they think about them all.
But if your presence is silent and stealthy,
They’ll never detect the true extent of your power
And you will be free to roam and create without restriction.