Today, I want to begin a new series called Fool Speaks. Hopefully, I’ll gather an audience capable of reading between the lines and possessing at least some sense of humor. So.

When a person is born, they automatically receive a default software package. A rigid set of scripts most people carry until death—that brief little interval humans dramatically call “life.” Some are so sincerely proud of their freedom, as if they personally chose their country, language, religion, flag, and preferred strongman.

The irony is that depending on geographical location, you are expected to sacredly obey absurd, outdated rules invented by long-dead individuals. Try not following them. Various unpleasant consequences will quickly remind you of your place. In some beautiful corners of the planet, people can still be stoned to death according to those wonderfully preserved “traditions.”

Humanity is an astonishing system: people are capable of hating each other for generations simply because a different invisible authority supposedly rules their sky.

Of course, murder and theft should not be ignored or rewarded. Although even here the system manages to twist reality. All you have to do is join some armed structure—a gang or an army—and suddenly what got you imprisoned yesterday becomes heroism today.

Even more fascinating is how the modern world still classifies critically important “threats to the survival of the universe” as criminal offenses. Things like failing to follow medieval rituals or wearing the “wrong” type of clothing.

The state is an incredibly convenient construction. It can spend decades convincing a person they are free while that same person obediently asks permission for almost everything. Except watching short videos and becoming obese. It’s funny how terrified people are of artificial intelligence today, considering most of them have never properly booted up their own.

As for me, I happened to be born in one of those locations where expressing your opinion can be physically hazardous to your health. A place where every new group that reaches power immediately takes control over all information channels, while most of the population happily lives inside a frame they have no desire to escape from. And honestly—isn’t that convenient? Someone else already did the thinking for you.

The crowd passionately debates some idiotic media scandal about a celebrity’s outfit while the murder of ordinary people has become such a routine occurrence that nobody even reacts anymore. Some call this “stability.” Historically, it used to be called simple serfdom.

The least visible cages are always the ones where people are comfortable and well-fed. Under such conditions, it becomes perfectly normal for the life of an entire country to revolve around a single ruler who dominates for decades, while the primary professional skill of his inner circle becomes master-level ass-kissing. The so-called “history of the nation” in places like this is usually composed of myths so grandiose they’ve long surpassed Greece and Rome combined. Unfortunately, they exist mostly on paper and broadcast feeds.

So what exactly am I getting at? What kind of frame does the majority live inside? Whose interests does it serve? Who are they actually serving?

The funniest part is that most people on this planet never consciously choose what they serve at all. Humans are remarkably willing—almost relieved—to rent themselves out. Just hand them a ready-made object of worship and they’ll obediently kneel before it. It’s not only dogs, soldiers, or clergy who serve. Everyone serves something. Most people simply don’t know the name of their owner.

And if we avoid drifting too deeply into esoteric discussions about egregores or informational entities, reality becomes even more absurdly comedic. Serving one’s stomach or the inner monkey demanding cheap dopamine every second through endless scrolling—that’s the “higher mission” of most of the planet’s population.

And what about you, ladies and gentlemen? Is your mission merely to leave behind different shades of biological waste in the material world after your biological expiration date arrives? Or perhaps right now you are storming the ruins of some neighboring country for a beloved ruler or ideology that will lose all relevance within a few years, leaving you with empty hands and a meaningless story? You think you are making a historical choice, while in reality you are simply servicing someone else’s appetite for free.

I am not calling for a struggle against anything. To fight something means automatically submitting to the same frame, feeding it your energy, and acknowledging its importance. Good and evil simply exist. One cannot exist without the other. The world is cynical by nature. And honestly, it’s probably better if a psychopath in an alley attacks a pedophile instead of an innocent person—at least in that scenario everyone involved is keeping each other busy.

I simply believe that if people shift the direction of their attention, the old system will eventually starve on its own. Because attention is the only real currency currently being fought over. What exactly do you devote your attention to every single day? Think carefully. Perhaps that insignificant thing is precisely what you secretly serve.

Doesn’t it seem to you that existing state systems have already begun to rot from the inside? That the old promises of equality and brotherhood have finally stopped functioning? Most likely, nation-states will eventually be replaced by global corporations or entirely different network-based structures.

Fortunately, there are still people who possess their own opinions and follow personal values not because they fear punishment, but because they have an internal compass. Many of them want to create things. Build things. Communicate outside the muddy stream of cheap consumerist hype and instead gather within circles of like-minded individuals. And perhaps our aesthetic will resonate with them.

The vector of attention can be changed.

The Circle is open to those willing to stop renting themselves out, put their inner monkey to sleep, and step outside the common frame.

Further reading: Road · Built From a Breach. Founded on Proof. · Cirqus Mundi, the operating world of the Order