dear zombies/everyone,

I love you. I love you so much I'm stressing out how to save you from your selves. You see, yer all under a big stupid spell that is depriving you of your sentience. An inundation of distractions... I've re-edited this letter 3 times now... mostly because it has been leading to an articulation of my frustration with most everyone. So... I figured out a while ago that an individual's happiness is directly related to the happiness of the environment... AKA my happiness is the world's happiness... and the world ain't happy. The system is holding all our children hostage. Greenpeace is a joke. Amnesty International is a joke. The money thing. If it needs money it is so fucked and unessential... but what else is there? This tent-city thing IS the answer. But everyone has been waiting for the catalyst. Sometimes I'm pretty sure I'm a part of that catalyst and it is trying. This character I've become... oh gosh. Essentially it all comes down to the usual reasons people want to pass me off, my insistence on the impossibility of choice; the fate thing. Over time I've figured out that telling people they're stupid fucking imbeciles because of their insistence that choice is real doesn't really open them to consider. I enjoy being this divine sociopath I've become (knowing suffering is illusion) because it doesn't really matter if I ostracize myself from even my closest friends. I would rather not lose my friends... at the same time, my friends are being stupid fucking imbeciles in their failure to duly consider fate. Not just because I want someone to believe me but also because an understanding of fate is necessary in being fearless and enjoying all the benefits and abilities of knowing our true parameters. There is no evil and I was brought up as generically as most everyone else.... actually I hope all my friends who insist on believing in choice just go kill themselves so some real work can start being done. So, I love you all and fuck you.

David

PS: you're God and there is no death... ultimately, I'm just talking to myself.