Now then.... I shall rant a moment here upon mine own mountain as it were, as it pleases me to so do, and only the wise shall understand. The fool shall see nought but his own follies therein.
If "convictions create convicts," what does that say about those who hold the conviction that convictions create convicts, hmm?
If we should all question authority -- how about we begin with your assumption thereof -- that you are in any place to tell us to do so, imply it as mandatory, suggest anyone who doesn't is somehow "less than"?
Did you all really underestimate me? Did you not believe me when I said I had no problem challenging my own assumptions and deconstructing my own sacred cows? Did you never think it would come to this -- or were you simply one of those who didn't listen, didn't pay attention, when I told you there is only one Me in this universe and everyone *had it*? ;)
Did you really think, therefore, that such an event was going to be something confined to this little blob of DNA and protoplasm? Ye fools!
But enough about Me -- or you. Such things really only matter to those who need someone to blame, but woe, woe, woe unto you, when the finger pointing everywhere else finally comes home to roost! Woe, woe, woe unto you, when the Blamer blames blameself! For you are all doomed to enter the same chasm when you wake -- or be swept unawares into oblivion as you sleep; it is no odds -- and the final movements are rapid indeed.
But go to now, weep and howl -- with laughter if you think me mad; with anger if you see your own reflection yet think you comprehend; with sorrow if you delude yourself with obfuscation in the light of the plainness of my words. I shall still speak, and write, and it matters not whether you listen or read -- to me. To you it shall matter the greatest of deals, whether you know it or not, whether you admit it or not, whether you even care or not.
For if you pass by in silence, you have much upon which to think; and if you signal with agreement, you either see & know or wish it to be perceived that you do, and the latter shall operate upon you until you do; and if you signal with disdain, you only prove regardless that I have your attention nonetheless; and if you signal with distraction, it is a whistle past the graveyard, a spontaneous spasm of superstition bursting from a sense of threat. I see you, I know you; there is not one milliparsec* of a scintilla* of quark, strangeness or charm in you that has not flashed across my own face in the corridor of stars. There is nothing hidden from my sight where you are concerned -- doubt it not.
But enough about you -- or Me.
There is no response or lack thereof which would surprise me. There is no whisper that is not a shout in my ears. There is no perspective I have never yet encountered or entertained myself. There is nothing, nowhere for you to go here, that will alter anything in the slightest, for the trajectory is like that of the ancient of days before the babes in the marketplace, or such cable channels as run repeats of the same sitcom all day and night, every day of the week.
You marvel that in this age of the internet where everyone can paint, everyone can sing, everyone can produce whatsoever they will, there should be such dearth of creativity? Listen and I will tell you the secret of this demise: larger haystacks, less needles to find, and tools in the hands of the masses diminish natural selection to the artificial tyranny of the lowest common denominator! Do you think it is by accident that The One enjoins you to voluntary hardship and challenge? And why should the hungry ghosts rising unabated to protect their mountain of lies woven three generations past find such willing pawns in you all, save that the alternative is to marinate in a bland soup of mediocrity envisioned by the masses who would banish nature's meritocracy?
But enough about Us, and enough of words, for now.
* the juxtaposition of these terms is deliberate, to invoke the meaninglessness in this context of scale and/or dimension.
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