The stuff our ring is made of must be strong
Enough to bend but not so as to break,
Common enough to seem of common make
Of course but those who think so will be wrong.

Its design? Unequivocal among
The cognoscenti. Ignorance may take
It for a platitude, never a fake.
Above all else, this ring does not belong.

Rather this ring owns all that lies beyond
Its little circle, brings the world outside
Inside its circle, brings the sceptic round
To its perspective, everything onside,

Like ripples spreading from a stone we fling.
Who can withstand us once we are this ring?

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Conspiracies are not always deliberate. People form groups very casually without understanding the directions the group is taking. Their solidarity is intuitive.

Current edit: 26 August 2015