oh, I know, you all embarrassed yourselves mightily, but god and I forgive you. I’m talking to the lurkers now.
lurkers! this is how it is. the people here, and not just them, don’t know what they are saying, what they think, or why they feel a certain way. they hate who they are told to hate, but they do not know why; in truth they hate themselves. they are not bad people, necessarily; they are afraid, unhappy and confused about things in their lives, and the world, some quite resentfully, they consume too much corporate and state media and they don’t realise how it lies to them, how systematically, maliciously... they don’t know how to be free. they want to be part of a group, and be good guys, be something or someone, for someone, or something, and they don’t understand that freedom, which is their birthright, as it was mine, and yours, comes through the rediscovery of how to be alone. When the dust of these years settles it will be obvious who has acted with sincerity and courage, and who has not, it is obvious already, to everyone with eyes, see them. listen! can you hear the beauty of the silence underneath the screams? still do not despise the others. and think of me whatever you want. act with courage and sincerity yourself, and also mischief, joy. choose your own path, disregard all those you don’t respect, separate yourself from them, your thoughts from theirs. do not fear death, seek no reward, but only marvel at the majesty of god’s creation, your life is yours alone and everyone is perfectly autonomous.