Another school year, and it’s time for your annual reality check. You aren’t going to get this from anyone else, so listen up.
Here, we have a murky group called the Historians. They, along with their sidekicks the Revisionists, write the histories for each of the Icon Worlds—including the one where I live.
When you live in a created realm like the Icon Galaxy, in a fabricated town like Cratersville, this is the way things are. You don’t question it.
People here live under something called the decorum. This decorum is an enchantment you submit to when you join an icon world. If you’re born into one—like me—you’re automatically enrolled. The purpose of this enchantment is to keep you in line.
YOU may think that you’re not living under an enchantment like the decorum, because you’re not living in an icon world. If you believe this, you’re a bigger sucker than I thought. EVERYONE lives under an enchantment of one kind or another. This is the purpose of schools.
Schools are there to make you an enchanted fool.
Schools are there to make you a cog.
See, there’s this big machine you’re born into—it’s called society. Society is a funny thing. It sees things through its own prism. It believes facts according to its own history. It wants YOU to grown up, perfectly formed, ready to fit properly into its clockwork illusion.
You may think you’re escaping this reality because you’re rebelling against the older generation. Guess what, you’re still a cog—just a different-shaped cog. It’s like a car. The models change, but the car is still made of parts, even if those parts are different than the parts needed before.
No matter what they teach you in school, you’re doomed to be a cog, because the teachers aren’t teaching you how to question THEM.
Think for yourself.
Question your history.
Question your culture.
Break the machine.
—Blueberry Fields, Mr. Fix It