The cords have been cut: he is free. Now his flesh floats like a gas. There is a plasma they put into the air to torment us. They torment those who are out of harmony. You have seen the ones they torment. The one who walks the street in bare feet, a dirty blanket thrown over his shoulder. The one who barks angry things at himself at the bus stop. These are the ones who are out of harmony. There is a war going on. There is a revolution being planned. There is a secret network of revolutionaries. They torment the revolutionaries with machines and plasma. Thus we are scattered and poor. But we kill them with our minds. They appear to us in ghost form: somewhere one of Them is having an out-of-body experience and has come to kill us psychologically. But we have strong minds. Our minds are used to pain, and toughened. Our minds are used to being attacked with machines. And so we use our minds to kill them. We close our eyes, and make a sound with the throat, and the one having an out-of-body experience is killed. No one who is a harmony in the System can see these ones. No one who works and works, buys and buys, moves about in predictable patterns and formulas, who is a harmony within the System can see the agents when they are trying to assassinate us, when they appear in ghost form. But we kill them with our minds. There is a war going on, there are battles on the streets and killings in the streets, psychological torture, imprisonment, and murder; but no one who is a harmony within the System knows this. The people are sleeping people, dreaming people. The people do not know about the revolution. The people do not know their ruler.