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utorak, 05.02.2008.

ignorance abounds. to such a degree that one no longer needs to take crazy pills to see what can only be percieved as distorted reality. it's a bit hard to focus on meaning and purpose in these sorts of situations. while driving, thinking about where the road leads comes second to staring incredulously at the people walking their dogs through the middle of traffic, wearing only a burrito. the important thing is not to give your position away. i tell people i want to board up my windows because the sun bothers me. in fact, i'm very exposed to sniper fire from the surrounding buildings. that's why i never have any lights up at night. i take my life into my own hands every time i choose to sit in front of the monitor, its piercing light silhouetting my figure like some sort of pagan bonfire. i look upon sex with machines as mundane. am i not wonderful? there are those who would hit you with sticks because you will not obey. i will hit you with sticks only if you will not listen. i may also hit you with sticks if you have a particularly annoying mannerism or possibly if I am annoyed at some random quirk of chance. if I do, know that my blows bestow the blessings of the holy trinity: eris, cthulhu and jesus christ(vampire hunter aspect). listening is crucial. though thy sins may be great and terrible, if you will listen and will consider my words, hope and salvation are at hand. ask a hundred people what man's greatest invention is, and not a single one will say free speech. the thing with arguments is, they shouldn't be measured by the sum of their propagators. numbers have no power over ideas. an argument should be the conjunction of its failings and the sum of its advantages. There was a monk who gained great fame, although that was not his intention, by answering every philosophical question that was posed to him to the satisfaction of his questioner. One day, he was approached by a towering figure wrapped in a flowing black robe which obscured its face. The figure asked:"If one is talking to Death, is one already dead.?" The monk put down his rice bowl and picked up the rake he had used to gather some fallen leaves. He then answered:"He who is alive shall conquer death until the moment of his demise.", whereupon he struck the figure upon the head with the rake and the morbidly obese (yet dexterous and mirthful) abbot did tumble from the stilts he had been standing upon. Which just goes to show that hitting things with a stick is actually very zen. A woman in germany saved a tiger cub by reanimating it. My faith in humanity survives another day. My faith in german tiger fences is prettymuch gone, though.