Our self-imprisonment becomes even more insidious and damaging when the walls are, in fact, fake—when we are controlled by fake news, replicating at terrifying speed, often unwittingly through our own actions.
And even if our reservoirs of knowledge are physically secure, they will still have to resist the more insidious forces that tore the library apart: fear of knowledge, and the arrogant belief that the past is obsolete.
Okay, I spent 25 years, in my middle-aged lungs now, breathing various concentrations of that. And on a clear day it always looked like this, so you never saw it. It was insidious and it was really happening.