It lived in the outskirts of democracy. Everything intrinsically human was questioned but never examined; for passivity gave birth to a global sprawl that created a balance for the outskirts of democracy. Its presence was heavily marketed in the jungles of modernity. It posed as the ultimate solution. When wakeful minds revealed otherwise, it was simply dismissed as an innocent mistake. It took generations however.
Events always prompted intelligent questions in its mind. It seemed as though the endless journeys of genuine wondering were cut short with fearless chain saws. Luckily, an instrument ever so sharper than the mighty chain saw was what it took for its mind to be put to sleep. But its mind was still shattered. Not because its intellectual whereabouts were displaced but because its mind needed to be sharpened. It could only be sharpened but not broken.
Perhaps this process could restore its mind’s sovereignty that once existed in the heart of presumed democracy. Perhaps this would move it away from the outskirts of imagined democracy where its mind would once again wake up.