That’s all it takes to plant the seed. Once the seed is planted, the suggestion will grow, branching up and outwards spreading its corruption over everything it comes in contact with until one day, the suggestion matures into an idea. After that, it’s too late. No matter how much you might try to get rid of the idea, it is there to stay, corrupting and covering the affected eyes with blinders. Sadly, the affected realize they have lived a life with blinders when it is too late. The new seeds of suggestion are sowed, and it starts all over again.
And, defenseless, there is nothing I can do. There is no point. My voice cannot be heard. The idea silenced it long ago.