📝 Heavy Is The Mortal Head

Dear Greats,

Finite timeframes are given to mortals, demanding of us to be all we can, whilst we can.

Societies are built and rebuilt by the visions of the few and the hands of the many.

Our life is either moulded by those who would form it, or we begin to form it ourselves.

_{Do you have visions of your own? Or do you merely posses hands that are not your own?}

I urge you now to think it over. Neither is right nor wrong, but one is alive and one is not.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, but heavier still is the head that bows.

The masses are enslaved by fear they have themselves conjured at the behest of those whom it would serve.

The few in freedom fear none but God.

Bills, mortgages, desperation, fear. They know not that God created them free.

_{But what of death and poverty? what of productivity and competition?}

I can tell you now, think only of what you can and are willing to do, worry not about the macro impacts of this message; for the masses will never rise to freedom even when faced with the truth - because their fear is twofold, one of the world and one of their inadequacy.

This Memo here is for the few who may awake from it, it is my hope that at least one soul be rekindled through the power of God.

There is more to see than the floor beneath your feet.

Follow me, I will show you the way, as the way has been shown to me.

Your deepest well-wisher,

— ZYLO
Be Empowered.

I guess if you’re reading this then you’re already one of the Greats.