Imagine this scenario:
All the people of the world are split up into groups – large groups. Let’s say about thirteen. Now, most of the groups of people are very poor. Even the people who think they have it pretty good, they are also very poor.
The majority of these groups are kind of like slaves, working for their pittance, taking what they can get with what little they have.
Some of those groups have a lot of “things”, but slave away to afford those things. They’re really not much better off than the really poor.
Just a few, let’s say three, of these groups really have it good. In fact, they have so much wealth that they are not even sure what to do with it all – but they manage.
Now, above it all are the “leaders”. They are above wealth. They watch people kill each other down below while standing in their glass towers just to chuckle at it all. The people who are killing each other are from different groups, and they think they are doing a good and noble thing. Little do they know that the men in the glass towers fund all sides.
Eventually, the people who are killing each other begin to realize that they don’t have to do this. Not all of them, but for most of them it’s beginning to dawn on them who the real enemy really is. More on them later.
The people who live in the large groups around the world are just beginning to wake up to what’s going on. There is the first sign of solidarity. That little “peep” out of someone here, and out of someone there. Like, “hey guys, I know what’s really going on here”. Those people are extinguished immediately.
But before long, there’s more solidarity in the people. They begin to rise up, very slowly. They realize one thing and it’s this: “The odds are never in our favor”
The people in the suave suits sitting in their glass towers begin to get worried about this. After some meetings amongst themselves they decide to create more fear in the people. Yeah! That’ll shut ’em up! They send in more troops and they send in bombs and they impose more laws and they make an example out of anyone who dares to cross them.
Meanwhile, the people who were killing each other decided to bond together. They became allies. They refused to kill each other anymore.
Oh, but the game is not over. Because as soon as the men who live in the glass towers see this happening, they create events to make the people think that chaos is all around, and that violence against each other is the only way out.
But some of those people are not fooled. Some give their lives so that others may carry on with the mission of solidarity. Even a few of the people who live in the glass towers begin to realize that life doesn’t have to be that way. Those few people bond together and begin to formulate a plan.
Then the movie was over and the lights turned on in the theater. While others stood up, I sat there in my seat, in a dazed stupor.
What will happen next? Do any of these people realize what’s right under their noses? What’s right in front of their damn f**ck**g eyes!?!
I walk down the theater steps. I am gazing around at the multitude of teenagers yet still in the theater. They know. Yes! They do know! In some of them I can see it right beneath the surface. In others, it’s written all over their faces. The phoenix will rise. Yes, there is hope.