The philosophy in the quagmire

In the deep cave, torches were burning on the walls. The flickering light of the torches spread all the way to the depths of the cave.

The tunnels that extended in all directions finally converged in a huge Hall. There were torches on the walls, and nearly a hundred men and women knelt on the cold ground with pious expressions.

In front of them was a graceful woman with brown hair and brown eyes. She stood on the stone platform with a calm expression and said,""We don't need anyone's help. We can control our own fate."

"Yes, I am!"

"Right! That's right!"

"Just like this!" Nearly a hundred people were shouting loudly, their emotions agitated, their faces red, forming a sharp contrast with the calm woman on the steps.

The woman's voice was calm but penetrating.""Some people are still blinded. It's been almost thirty years. Has our life improved?"

"No, I didn 't!"

"That bunch of bastards!" There was another wave of excitement.