Et les Envieux

/361_et_in_vidius There are too many variables to treat radicalism alone, so like friends close and enemies close, invite them to responsibility, not directly. I have the opinion, you should read a fictional book and defend yourself, where radicals are reading/hearing the truth, but only the portion of it they can see, listening to what they can hear, consuming all they can swallow. This learning process that humanity has built, the dangerous times that lawgivers might find, even as the news reaches the informationalists which our lawmakers might not find, follows a strict timeline that ends like dystopianism with few survivors, those who fight or flee are lost without the world. If hate ends, creativity begins. The fantasy stories are elements born of truth without the stomach for failure, our lives should be the same. We say that a story we know to see, isn’t part of the world we control, rewriting the reality, rewriting the illusion. You are the characters in your story, in another story, or this one that the fates call time, you must introduce your characters. The critics will come, comparing anything they can remember to every epiphany, and it will be a first draft of radical expression. The true radical is either too wealthy or too poor, it is time to change them. Not to become radical, but to realize that culture is only the setting for the individual, in the many ways they seek to control power, or to clamor and fight for it amongst themselves, bringing an animal to the high rank and surrounding him with people depending on his success, will bring an element of deathly risk, for how much can a warrior risk unless he has nothing to lose. With his knights paid by him, a 1% chance, his failure will be his undoing. For the demotion of status, the fallen angels of anarchy, to be so poor to define corruption as letting the farmer keep his crop, the teacher keep her students, the crafter keep his kin, this would be nice. From ashes we are generous, from war we are communal, from communities we capitalise, if our hearts burn we should warm our hands until we can grab our tools. 

Vous, les Vengeurs

/360_ye revanchists

On the burden of boredom, a good plan that grows far, knowing the risks and standards of faith in the rational youth and reasonable adulthood being less fun than advertised, in truth or fiction without attachment to understanding of itself, clearing the path to the natural side of the world. Without reliance we test our strength, without questions we test our memory. Remembering the free will of motivations includes the free will of others, selfless for others we act outward, how contributing to society can enable opportunity until it becomes time wasted. If moments or compare to other actions the deception creates a chain of identical doorways, an endless corridor with natural intrigue of an unknown, including the echoing past providing loss and disorientation, but this illusion does nothing and irrational and illogical illusion doesn’t paint the world, wasted time is infertile. Science will find a use for anything, clearly this life will find an emotion for what we experience, it is our choice of balance. In no certain quantity, can the future be known, it can solve best without emotion, and still feel good about yourself. Learning to avoid addition and like apex animal remove obstacles for technologies of today and tomorrow, the shadow of a distant hill to afternoon nap, the promise of a mountaintop, to slip into history or signal others to even great causes, the goal removes obstacles and the truth doesn’t need your vote, perhaps your practice of awakening. You wake up, you eat or drink what your body craves, or you desire what you want to consume, this is the picture of recovery, with all the joys of figuring-out the right/wrong pathway, and is why role models and society can help as far as they go, as far as they pull each other forward. Doing what we want we find what we don’t more than maintaining a conservative vision but to distinguish between both for options, not to hope people find the way forward, but to hope in meeting people in the discovery of virtue and success. Not to harp and sing sadness at others and their past. For this entitlement on luck and emotional paranoia, wasting time on the evening news and addictive rumors, the body is strong without armor, maybe the mind is strong without power. Strength can be sharpened, minds can be sharper. Present works better for those not blind behind presence, nowness is better than information overload. 

Recommentions

20200918 Recommentions; 

Everybody always trying to be better than someone, 

Say goodbye to whatever you believe-in, this is mind blowing. Now I tell you, in the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, for the year 2020, it says, “Let’s just skip this chapter”. 

Happy holidays, there’s labor day, where everyone is working on getting on my nerves, there’s thanksgiving and I’m not thanking anyone this year, unironically, then everybody loves Halloween, but last year’s gate to hell is still open and I’d appreciate it closed, and Christmas, everyone longing so much for a martyr they’re willing to be the Romans all over again. Sick in the head you are. 

There’s a shame, in not saying hello, I’ve this week felt best about the thumbs up gesture, or the vulcan salute, but enough about me, you’re the ones destroying my planet. Mine, this marble backwater inbred-infested island in the forgotten forest of a thin arm at the excess of the galaxy - mine. In perpetuity - I say hello to you. Emphasis on the hell this year, but oh so important. 

There’s a dishonor in racism, this year a boiling point of pharaohs and talking heads selling empty futures to soulless cries on the steps of orphanages, forgotten as fast as you can. People find orgasm from tweeting about being a victim more and more fictional, louder and loudly untrue, unable to stand behind themselves and ready to blame an undefinable machine. Even the lost, the people of the media machine, the children in the silent system, screaming for the god of racism to show his pale face on a pale horse. The villain of the story arrives, resembling me for the record, and becomes a perfect target, unable to prove or disprove him innocent, and he unable to prove or disprove his own innocence, and the leaderless seek to fill their souls with something to disrupt the endless nameless. There are those who would murder my mothers and fathers of you godless children your ways bleeding from the eyes for screaming without breathing, to survive you fuckwits choosing without thinking, they won’t tell you, but I tell you this. 

Say hello. You rap or sing for them, yes? You tell news or lie for politics, yes? Have you even said hello? 

I greet you from my past, I greet you from your past and this version of it, I greet you from the grave, many years into the future (when you know more about me), long dead and dear, long winds and clear. If I ask you, how are you, ask that person, how are you, learn first. 

The stigma of not fighting, is a brave story. The disgrace of hate, is an old story. For some reason, this year has decided to combine, the old hate fights bravely. Will it win? I greet you with this at the end of this fear-letter to the public, in hopes that the strong I save are survivors of guilt and a pandemic, instead of the other way around and back again. You can promise no peace, but I can guarantee it. 

Live long and prosper. Godspeed. Good day. Salve! Good afternoon. How are you? How goes it? What’s good? What’s up? What it (will) do? Welcome. Praise the gods. Well met. Hala Wallah! Bite. Oi, Tudo bem? Bumblebee tuna. Hyvää päivää! Ahn nyung ha sae yo! Konichiwa! ¡Hola! ¡Mucho Gusto! Nice to meet you! Dia duit. Guten tag! Bonjour. Salut. ¿Qué tal? Zdravstvuyte. Privet! Nǐn hǎo. You good? Yo. Wussup? How you livin? Anyoung! Asalaam alaikum. Goddag. Hei hei. Shikamoo. Hujambo! Yassou! Dzień dobry. Cześć! Witaj! Zer moduz? Ahoy! Selamat siang. Namaste, Namaskar. Qapla’! Merhaba. Selam! Moni. Shalom. Tjena! How’s life? Khe chare. What’s going on? Aloha. Nice to see you. Malō! Long time no see. Zdravej! Good to see you. Greetings. Kamusta! Salutations. Labas! Felicitations. Top of the morning. Kia ora! Blessings. Demat. God bless you. Szervusz. Pacem. Hey, boo. I come in peace. Mercy may. Be well. Greg is not an alien. Cheers. Komdu sæll. Sàwàtdee! Habari yako? Wie geht's? Kaixo! Hello, fellow human. ¿Qué pasa? Blessed be. Kèdú. Dude! Vonts es? Eenchbes es? Wassup witchu? Shwmae! How do you do, ladies and gentlemen? Hello, sunshine! Hey. How’s everything (in the universe)? Lovely day for it. Pleased to meet you. How you been? Yo. Howdy! Sup. G’day! ...but never, NEVER, say to a human, I got your nose. 

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