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Sunday, August 16, 2009
Lucky Strikes a Zippo Light.

As I sit alone in the stairwell with a pack of Luck Strikes and a red zippo, all that is before me is stationary. Nothing moves. Yet inside, everything is moving. The blood in the veins are pumping, the air molecules are whizzing to and fro, atoms in the walls are vibrating. All that's stationary actually moves.

The body may not move, but the mind does, the heart does too. Physical actions are restricted, forced to be held stationary by conditions not set and bound by itself. Externalities are always in control. Life is never about the oneself but the many around. Thoughts race through your mind. You are compelled to behave in manners only condoned by circumstance. What else is there to do but sit stationary? You are not yourself, you are society's self, you are her self. You can never do what you want. It's never about you, always about the other. And that's where the pain of life sets in. The restrictions you're bound and answerable to. Every action that you thought was permissible, never truly was.

To break free of the chains of life is a gamble I wish to take. Life cannot grab you by your balls. You grab life by its balls and lead it where you want it to go. You give it an occasional squeeze to let it know that you are in control. It shouldn't be allowed to squeeze yours. And when that mould you're trying to shape doesn't let you do what you want, you break it. You crush it and you leave. You don't say you're sorry. Sorry is overrated. I can murder and say I'm sorry, but it wouldn't resurrect the dead, would it? Brutality is all that counts. Once bitten twice as shy. What's broken can be mended, but it'll never be the same. Breakages are ephemeral while cracks are eternal. In life, what use is there for an imperfect object?

Emotion can be a God-sent. It too can be the Devil's greatest advocate. Is lust wrong? No, it isn't. The manifestation of lust is what determines its moral nature. Lust is just like anger. Getting angry is not wrong, but hitting someone out of anger is. As with lust, anger and all other emotions, the manifestation is all that counts. When man lives on emotion alone, he is bound for disaster.

To the millions in the world who sleep ever so soundly tonight, I wish you well when dawn breaks. For your period of stationary rest and solitude was met with my insatiable appetite for kinetics and revolution.

Goodnight.