03.14.26

New Society is Old Society, you can sit there and eat the soup about freedom and whatnot, and maybe it tastes so good you believe it. But if it burns your tongue, violence will destroy the New and outcrops the Old with the same face, because human history is a parade of heads on pikes. If you show me something else I will follow you. 

But you cannot, you cannot show me, because you've been taught to place your hands, fingers interlocked, over your neck to protect your arteries from the flying glass when the bombs hit. At some point you will realize this is purposeless, because haven't you heard? Glass won't shatter, it will melt. You are someone who has trained yourself to wince when you recount your youthful shame as Cibolo Oil & Gas Investment Banker, you are traumatized from homophobia as a child male ballet dancer, yes Boeing could be run on solar panels, you want to become a federal tax attorney who writes policy to redistribute wealth, Goya black series is Romanticism At Its Peak, you know it is socially required to lower your voice when you talk about your father the military defense contractor because you think it will depreciate your chances of me fucking you. It really doesn't. I'd rather hear about how he was the one who designed the Spektreworks drone that killed Ali Larjini on a level volume than from the hushed whisper behind Oliver Peoples glasses. You will also lose reason to think these trained virtues will last, just when you least expect it because dominance has soaked our first iterations when we were limited beings from the location of our two eyes and our nervous systems marred by crisis, seeing in only one direction, but in time, these states will be available to all and make meaning from destruction will be lost. There are many like you stuck in the old ways that cannot envision this new way, but because of the way you are structured, I will be kind to you as you expire.