Belief. A word that has more turmoil attached by a history of love and war than any other. So many seek to covet it, so many others are eager to give theirs. Few are truly willing to speak out of its true nature.
People seldomly understand the true power of belief. From it we can shape the sheer fabric of reality. For how we see the world changes how the world is in our eyes. See it with eyes unclouded. Let not the opinions or judgements of others define your reality.
The media today has now employed under it the use of my people, wordsmiths. We were reveered as magicians in Egypt, rebels in Rome. Our own founding fathers were trained to be such. Our words are made alive with each thought we have. So, as Ptah of the Egyptians did, we must learn to speak sparingly and only when necessary. Our words carry weight, and people see this. With our words we can and will shape others realities if they are not careful.
We need to learn that we must see something unbiased, nothing is unless we deem it is. The illusion of The Concrete is an illusion. All is nothing, and nothing is all. only what we define as real is real. From the sheer power of belief. We only agree on similar facts. Magic is magic because we agree its magic. Science is science because we believe it is science. That is what makes something Concrete. Agreement with the illusion.
Remember these things. For these are my words I hoped to be remembered by
Bi i dtiuin
