To irk the ire of the intransigent, the
irrelevant, the inconsequential - otherwise legends to themselves
alone - is to play with futility and oneself. Save in this regard,
that others might benefit equally the price of freedom from the
imposition and infliction of: "Do as I say since I am God!"
There is no fear in God. Yet since time
immemorial men have pretended behind masks of authority fearing everything.
Ignorant that God is for all, not one life alone. Those who cannot
create destroy.
It is my truth discovered racing the
internal mirror maze formed of my fears, granite intransigence polished now
dissolved; formulated by adaption to the unimaginative and lacking
compassion who's harm of others their only entertainment, pleasure
and truth.
"None
are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are
free." - Goethe
.
. . those who pretend power seem children at play upon the hobby
horse, rocking solitary in their bedroom otherwise stationary, in self stasis, onanist, their pleasure making our common good their providence; enslaving continents with their ideals. Office by election or
extortion is for itself not for others, a force to bend all life weighted
in chains. And they, in their turn, enslaved to the Masters of The
Universe who own it all.
.
. . or presume they do, for I, as mote or mite, float in a place
beyond time, before and after it all conceptually, and would, by fate
or desire, live here aware the march of seasons marginally where M
sees it all majestically elevated for miles after miles these days
and starry nights embracing us equally.
“God”
being only a name for something felt and experienced; benign and
friend and loving dance partner, the author of life in which this
character speaks.
The
march goes on, with or without me, in cell or grave, but humor besets
me beyond the kin, kith and keep of those who sodomize my attention.
Me a Betty Crocker in high heels with fishnet stockings, a broom in
my posterior. Their indifference should be pitied, indifferent to
their random rape. The contempt I feel for them greater than theirs
for me; true for all authority self anointed or appointed by any
means and/or measures.
No
herder nor herd am I, free to be myself, no matter where or why, discovering always new ways.
"Only
kings, presidents, editors, and people with tapeworms have the right
to use the editorial "we." - Mark Twain
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