This was an elevated O.P, written in such a way, that not only understood the " captive mind" but also recognized it's predicament.Therefore the O.P was for me, not a message of misery but hope, that a person can become alive to their personal sensibility and sensitivity, but a person can only really do this if they are allowed to make mistakes, to fail miserably and this is something you can not do if you live a life of anxiety and dread in the watchtower.
The above does have a certain irony, for many of the witness I see standing by the cart drinking a coffee and talking amongst themselves really do see them selfs as living in a spiritual paradise. Yet the irony is nothing could be further from the truth, They have no concept that there is a better and brighter light when you sit down with yourself and collect your own thoughts, and discover your true self.
The Rebel.