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They will say, one after the other:
"No, you will not use my intimacy with the muse to sell more units of your novelty landfiller."
"You will not use my access to creativity making others poorer and sicker to make yourself richer."
"You will not use my inspiration to explain us into another war."
"You will not use my love of people to help you act out your hatred of them."
And each time a young artist makes the decision to pledge their life to their talent, they will gather in a group and say this oath to themselves and each other:
I solemnly pledge to consecrate my life to the service of humanity;
I will practise my profession with conscience and dignity;
The health of the whole will be my first consideration;
I pledge stand in the truth -- my truth -- and let inspiration pour through me unhindered by the death cult agendas of the money men;
I refuse to use my skills to manipulate or persuade others to act against their own self-interests;
I recognize that my art is not mine, I am merely a conduit for the wisdom of the whole and any attempt to manipulate my art to benefit myself, another individual, or a group of people at the expense of others is a misuse of my privilege;
My loyalty is to the highest interest of the whole;
So long as I maintain this oath faithfully and without corruption, may it be granted to me to partake of life fully and the practice of my art, gaining the respect of everyone for all time. However, should I transgress this oath and violate it, may the opposite be my fate.
And then they all high-five and cheer and clink their drinks and spend the rest of the night dreaming up wonderful ideas and making each other laugh til their tummies hurt and their faces ache.
It's a good dream. I like it. I want it.
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