Whining is an art form;
correctly put, it is establishing that there is shit
when the whole world is cool with that
and not wonder if there's someone else who can clean it up
then we can live in grace.


A Part of the Law is Do What You Want, But Don't Do It Around Me.

You want your Tithed Religions to come up with your answers, to defer all your decisions,

 and you want to feel like the few decisions you don't defer are really what is truly 
consequential to your status as a human being.

you don't mind the Cocksucking Bonebreaking JudgementMaking, Government-At-Large busybodying in
your life, but you can't stand it when you get caught for breaking the laws you don't agree 
with.

You want your schools free of "dangerous" ideas and your factories free of waste and your yogurt 
fat-free and your sixty-five-mile-an-hour highways without the sixy-five-mile-an-hour accidents
and all your wants and desires fulfilled and you want your self-satisfaction and your Meaning 
Of Life on a platter that you can afford.

Io non so ben ridir com' io v'entrai 
(I do not know how I arrived)
so, since I am lost, let me cry out in the wilderness:


(the author turns the mirror on himself);
 oh, YOU! What are YOU, then? Better than everyone else?!! 

You want your mother and father to accept you, to expect nothing of you, to make an exception 
of you from the rest of the responsible human race. 
because you're really a smart kid, you're a sensitive guy, you've got a lot going for you. 
there's nothing you can't do if you put your mind to it.

Really.

but you don't want it, you'd rather do nothing. you want to sit in the forest on a log and 
drink beer or take an all-day ride or make up your mind a minute before you do something and 
not regret a thing. you don't want the job but you want the money, you don't want to put the 
time in but you want Body and Wit and Love and Happiness.

You want the best of all possible worlds in the most decorative package. you want the 
Self-Fucking State to knock off all that evil, to let The People (YOU) govern themselves wisely.
You want to watch as the common goal, Unity, is reached in your lifetime, 
but man, 
that means you can't go screwing people over all the time.

:P

You want to be a Man, to stand tall, to back down for nothing and yet you still hold comfort 
in backing down for everything, because it's easier than thinking and then objecting on 
intelligent grounds.

And you want Love in it's capsulized form, the vitamin tablet that everyone can take to forget 
their selfish desires and take interest in the selfish desires of another person. You want true 
equality, equality felt and known amongst the sexes, you want the masks to be torn off and the 
walls to be knocked down and the midgits to grow another foot or two and the fat people to go 
jogging every once in a while and, for god's sake, wear sweatpants until then. haha

oh, and you want jurisprudence and you want justice and you want everyone to dig you and your 
whining thought processes, and you want notoriety but you don't want to care about pandering 
for it. You want the ends but you don't give a fuck for the means. You want Judas and Jesus 
to get together and understand their fucking differences, because Judas was a stiff prig 
because he secretly wanted all the babes that Jesus was getting, and Jesus was a loose cannon 
who understood the reality of relativity (read: the relativity of reality) but didn't have any 
way to express it other than Giving the Whole of the HimSelf, which made all the 
self-conscious idiots feel like the idiots they knew themselves to be and not masturbatory 
geniuses that knew they had no way of being Realized in their own time.

You want the scribes to write of your masturbatory revalations --
-- three thousand years from now when, you imagine, the world has understood its limitations 
and qualifications and justifications and itself, is what i'm trying to say. 
When the world understands itself as one big giant dynamic living thing that works together 
NO MATTER WHAT 
so you might as well not weep over your inadequacy to make water out of whine or whatever 
insane plot you've come up with from whatever saturday morning cartoon character you've 
been looking up to lately.

You might as well extinguish your fragile flames, Citizens of the Elite, Captains of the Ship 
of Fools, Top Drawer Dogs of the Fourth Reich, Emporers of the We're Number One attitude. 

You might as well just accept whatever it is that you've accepted already, because its safe and 
its comfortable and you can ignore anyone who looks at you funny just because you have a 
SOAP OPERA or GREAT SEX or THE ENVIRONMENT or JESUS or whatever occupies your frantic mind and
makes you Unique amongst the perfectlyendless number of conscious souls, all striving, crying
out to be heard or seen by the One Eye that I sometimes feel on me, the true feeling of 
belonging,
of meaning, 
of LIVING. 

That warm shudder that goes through your body when you accomplish something, or are recognized
for some merit or achievement or joke. It's the warm praise you give yourself, not some outside
force looking down, but pretty prose attracts more attention, doesn't it? Hah..

The mirror has shattered.



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				EPILOGUE:

some motherfucking musician sat in front of a camera. "We all need our diversions," he said, 
as he raised his eyebrows at me, "all of us." 

and I didn't believe that guy but now i do and i now realize that this is a diversion too. woo.