Reasons for Refusing the Red

Apart from our natural attachment
to the untroubled  stress-free pastures
of a happily blinkered existence
       coupled  with our instinctive resistance
       to take in views that would only induce
              the disquiet of cognitive dissonance

and omitting for the moment
our verging-on-phobic reluctance to notice
       our mostly cloaked  inborn capacity
       for staggering evil and casual depravity

atop the list   of reasons for refusing the red
pill       is the following cluster of fears:

a keenly repressed dread
of discovering we’ve been suckered for years
decades   a lifetime   of fealty to narratives
                     armies of establishment liars
                     spend their lives plying as true;

the fear of losing
our soothing  carefully cultured worldview
our cherished illusions  our treasured myths
should our sanctified paradigms
              suffer the catastrophic shocks
                            of seismic psychic shifts;

the fear of losing  faith in our beliefs
belief in authority  trust in our chiefs
       and the approval  pride and prestige
                            we derive from our tribe;

of losing   the luxury of blindly relying
on the autopilot  of hive-mind bias
and the facile validation it implicitly provides;

of losing the ability   to guiltlessly choose
authorized lies over unsanctioned truths;
to revel in less-than-ethical careers;  fear
of losing the herd-conferred comfort
of groupthink-bolstered safety in numbers;

       of being torn from the norm
       should our so-far-assuasively-dormant
              intellectual  curiosity and honesty
                     be shaken awake and accorded

       the sudden unimpeded freedom
       to rove   wherever the facts may lead
       regardless of what fellow humans
       and our feckless  debased institutions
                            expect us to meekly believe;

the fear of not fitting in     of standing out
by simple dint
of nothing more glaring than daring to doubt;

of succumbing  to the stunning confusion
that sure-as-the-turning-of-tides would ensue
from learning  the disturbing unsavoury truth;
       a visceral fear  of being forced to accept
       that in fact we’ve been thoroughly duped;

of finding ourselves compelled
to acknowledge the folly   of having embraced
misplaced loyalties and specious assumptions;
the primal fear of being stripped
of so much  we identify with and to which
our senses of self  self-worth and purpose
                                   are inextricably linked;

       of our egos getting crushed
              the grisly instant we end up having
       to admit we’ve been radically wrong
              about so bloody much
              we’ve been oh-so-learnedly babbling.

Just as we can always lead horses to water
                            but can’t make them drink
we can lead people to sources of knowledge
but we can’t make them see or listen or read
       and we certainly can’t make them think.

From his lofty perch near the top of the earth, Korvus observes the whirling world of humans, with equal parts wonder, disgust, and amusement. Korvus is the author of the unpublished book "RED PILL POEMS: The Poetry of Empire, Politics and Power" and may be reached at Read other articles by Korvus.