Thinking never will be fun, necessarily. Weeee! Oooh, I just had an original thought, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. The fact is, sometimes thinking HURTS. It's not fun. You stop and ponder, oh goodness gracious me, I always believed that, I mean it was reality to me, and then you go and find out that you believed a lie, an utter fabrication. For instance, many people even today believe the world to be flat, that it is not a globe, a big circle whirling in space; they believe it is a big flat square with actual edges, and that if you get too close you'll go over the side, and never be seen or heard from again.
When the reality began to come into focus, people didn't like these new-fangled ideas, a big bouncing ball world, who in the whole wide world wants something like THAT? And to begin to consider that maybe our best noodles have been wrong, that maybe Earth IS NOT the center of the universe, maybe the sun doesn't really go around us . . . people don't like the reaction, reacting to reality. The thought of it hurts, it actually hurts.
In a similar fashion, despite all the
evidence to the utter contrary, people are beginning to say that the Holocaust of World War II never happened, or that sure, maybe it happened, just a little, but has been greatly exaggerated. And the scary thing is, the people coming up with these "new revelations," they are not retarded, at least not fully so. The Truth of the Holocaust hurts, that people could be so utterly evil, so anti-morality, that, um, uh, just maybe, please, maybe it's not . . . TRUE?
So you go into world retrograde, people chuck this whole idea of a round world, and go back to the flat tarp mentality, the world is really flat. It's called rewriting history. Attempting to change reality. Repeating a lie often enough that it can someday be accepted as the truth, the actual reality. Then maybe we won't be able to accept the fact that people often torture other people, that they attempt to slaughter entire tribes, factions, and even entire nations.
Because, once you have been successful in this, bamboozling your sheep, then, my dear, you might repeat the atrocity. Once you forget the truth, then you might repeat the Holocaust.
