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What if your greatest virtue became your living tomb?
From your earliest memory, your worth was measured in stillness. Every flinch was a failure, any fidget, a profound disappointment. You learned. You became so perfect in your compliance, so utterly motionless, that they began to place candles upon your head. The first drip of hot wax was a searing shock, but the praise was warm. “Look how useful,” they whispered. “See how steadfast.”
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This article is a collaboration between Jed McKenna and AI.