You speak the steel and the misery,
to the heart of the foe.
You do right, my friend, to reveal your woe...
and I'll heal you if I can,
if you reveal what I [[need]] to know.
Iron and Wine
The War on Drugs]//The danger of will
is thinking you know [[what]] [[you]] [[will]].
Thoughts turn to stone through symbols,
but that don't mean they mean a thing.
Don't act like you got the right idea
when we're all of us as lost as you.
(& everybody takes out plasma-swords-)
"What?" is the question
you're best to ask
if you don't know where to start.
As in, "What the fuck?"
"What is this shit?"
and "What is my task?"
"What is this they ask of me?"
and "What am I to do?"
and "What is the way of being
that might manage to see me through?"
& then you begin to ask, "Why?"
and then you're pretty much done --
it all moves on, anyhow.
//[[killers let go|anti-sociopath]]//
You fight the power
and you seize the reins --
apparently, or so you think...
You know the kingdom of illusions
is at war on the brink...
You wanna be love,
but you don't know what love means
(in a grand sense)
you don't know what to do
& neither do [[I]] --
You don't want to be free
and neither do I --
I'm not talkin about you or me
.. I'm talkin' bout the love
of pleasure and greed...
//When we win it's temporary.//
//When they win, it's permanant.//
& death is so permanant
//All this death must have a counterweight,//
//Always someone born again...//
//i heard the news today//Will is what you don't want,
or the opposite of what you will:
doing one thing not the other,
or choosing who you kill.
Your finger pulls the trigger,
and [[the bullet flies|anti-sociopath]], that's it,
and you know what you did
is the thing you did
because you're the one who willed it.
(But you aren't, anymore?
So does time make you it's whore?
And does the past change irrevocably
and does the raven cry, "Nevermore!"?)"What does it mean to be, 'anti-sociopath'?"
quoth the quixotic journalist.
What does it mean to be...
I don't know. What can we say?
Aren't sociopaths people too?
& don't they deserve rights?
All of the rights, correct?
Now, how do we get rid of them
in a way that doesn't deny them any rights?
Sociopath island? They wouldn't go willingly.
& who gets to decide what sociopath means?
& yet, when the person is sociopathically manipulating people
in your community,
you manage to deal with it.
(So what is it?
Whose side am I on?
I'm not on a side, motherfuckers!
Can't you //get// that?)
(No, you get it --
you know what side I'm on,
in your view,
in what category:
you know how to do it to me,
how to categorize me,
and you have a label for me too --
more likely, a proliferation of [[labels]].)[[Deconstruction]] will set you free.
I just say, please:
& choose well what to build,
when you go
to build anew...
& forget about
all the delusions
you had before...
All books are holy
to the extent that you can find truth in them --
& don't say one thing is all it is:
cause no-one alive know the shape of the face of God...
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When you are free of all ideas
in the kingdom of delusions
you look at the faces
of the people you love
and you see the faces,
not the idea of the faces.
You see the people, so to speak,
if you are able.
--but often, when our minds are clouded by delusions,
it can be difficult to see the people.
(If you feel like you're being accused of something
while you're reading this,
you probably are.
You're being accused of harboring deluded ideas
in the kingdom of delusions...
of decadence, of
//falling away from what is human//...)
(//...and the further we fall,
the less human we become.
Because we are less human,
we foist off
the humanity we have lost
on inanimate objects and abstract theories.//)
Deconstruction is the art and science
of opening the way
and removing the obstruction.
The method can be taught by simple reading:
That is all you need.
When you return to not-knowing,
it is like what the Buddhists call Zen.
It is the state of cosmic ignorance,
which is called freedom.
A mind cannot exist in freedom forever
(not without masterful skill, at least)
but it can return to freedom, from time to time,
to see what it looks like
and begin anew
when all has failed
or when something needs to be rebuilt...
Accept your own ignorance.
Say after me,
"Nobody knows the name of god.
Nobody knows the shape of god.
Nobody knows the will of god."
& you can be human again...
(or something like that)
// And if [[you]] swear that there's no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you're right?//