*image by Ben Harubin

 

Once you reach a certain place there are two new Rules:
The first one is: There are no Rules...

A certain man once found himself with a wild beast which his neighbors said
was untamable. But later they found the man apparently in control of the feral
brute, but could not see how he effected his will over the raging creature, and he
told them, "Whatever I decide I want it to do, that very thing I do not tell it to do,
and voila, my friends, voila."
And his neighbors laughed and mocked him, saying, "Voila -- Hah!"
and previously unseen additional beasts suddenly leapt up and
ate the neighbors.

 

Once a man asked me, "Wouldn't it be a good idea never to think the same
thing twice?" And I said, "What?" And he repeated, "Wouldn't it be a good
idea never to think the same thing twice?" And I laughed, danced, spat and sang,
jumped in the ditch and rolled in the weeds. And he said, "I think I see what
you mean."

If there appears conflict amongst the Few,
what is to be expected with the ordinary?

Ordinary Men are driven to believe in imaginary gods; also to believe in the
power of words. They even refer to their religious books as the "Word of God."
But just between us, I ask you: To which circuit are such words addressed?

There is a precarious bridge over which all must pass; it represents a delicate
balance between wanting a something to worship from afar, and the hunger
to reach out and take it by the hand.