The Fetter

Created2026-10-10|Updated2026-10-10

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It is interesting how humankind has forged a system of morality.
This moral code has, in part, reshaped human notions of honour and shame, of value and worth.
It gave rise to universal culture, and in a certain sense, placed restraints upon humanity itself.

Much like human imagination.
By virtue of imagination, they birthed faiths, unified spiritual cores, and religions.
Yet they are, in turn, held captive by those very faiths and religions.

Author: Peke

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