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solongasyourpayin

Keep your bloody Brooklyn bridge and your Grand Canyon

Member since Apr 22, 2008
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It's a mad, bad world. Everything is connecting up. All of the memes are cross fertilising in a mad rush. A frenzy of self-discovery, and explosion in understanding of the self-in-relation. This is the testing time. This is the shake-out, the break-out. This the wake-up, fakers take heed. The answers are all supposed to be at our instant disposal. But they are experiential. Can this be a genuine experience? I will have a brief look around.

But I warn any nosey idiots that cross my path, that I am already advanced, already weary and already sick to the very heart with the fecklessness I see all around. And the lack of resolution, the constant seeking of distraction it reminds me of the childishness of monkey Man. It reminds me of how far we think we have come, but how few have been the Masters along the way. How many pioneers have had their noses cut off, the light switched off, outnumbered as they always are by the heaving, sweating, useless mob majority.

This is the age when the many (including myself) shall understand that my perceived uniqueness is just the convenience of the marketeer. That the only way to identify what gift nature has given just-to-us is to find a tunnel and then climb all the way through looking neither to the left nor to the right. For on the left is the subconscious race memory cautioning me of the threat to my survival. And on the right is the siren-song of pleasure and indulgence.

But behind me is recent death and I return to it soon enough. So what lies ahead? Exploration, debauchery, everything immoral. Everything wrong in the group mind. The new will only be found by breaking the law.