We humans are not unlike a computer. Behind the scenes of our lives are subtle pointers aiming us in directions we initially do not want to go. They are hidden messages that become imbedded in our minds and, if not purged, will eventually take control. They do not come dressed as monsters with fangs and wicked yellow eyes, fierce and destructive but as gentle passive beings with no apparent sinister motives. Innocent voices that make what the spirit knows is evil sound so sweet and delicious until it not only no longer seems wrong but could very well appear to be right. Immoral becomes moral, filth becomes clean and up is down while down is up.
There is a joke in France about the national symbol, the rooster. The cock, it is said, is the national symbol of France because it is the only bird that can stand on a pile of dung and crow. If the hidden messages are not purged from the human mind, it will not be long before they will have control then the person will stand on a pile of filth and proudly declare it utterly beautiful.