Thunder rumbles and a voice whispers within it. Burn it all down. Images spring to life inside my mind's eye. A web of lies suspends humanity in a constant struggle, each of us flies buzzing against the spider's perfectly designed snare-the more we fight, the stronger the web holds. Each of us entangling ourselves further, twisting the silk tighter, holding us in our singular perspective. But even if we don't fight, the web still holds-it does not release when we surrender. There is no escape... except to destroy the web. To burn it down.
