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I am the tale and the teller of the tale Long long ago, far far away... Nicely balanced between the day and night. Halfway between the darkness and the light. A spark in the night, a shadow in the light. Moving with the rhythm of the earth to the music of the cosmos. "To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive." -- Robert Louis Stevenson "All understanding begins with our not accepting the world as it appears." -- Alan C. Kay |
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Amidst ecstatic visions Anarchy appears. She says: Whenever you need anything, once a month at the full moon, assemble in the wilderness--in the forest, on the heath, by the seashore--for the state of nature is a community of freedoms. Recognize the imminence of total liberation, and as a sign of your freedom be naked in your rites. Dance and sing, laugh and play, feast on the fruits of the earth, the delights of my body, make music and love--for all acts of pleasure are my rituals. And I am that which you find in the fulfillment of desire. Abolish all authority, root out coercion. Share all things in common and decide through consensus. Shake off the character armor which binds and constrains. Let the wilderness energies possess you. Cast the magic circle, enter the trance of ecstasy, revel in the sorcery which dispels all power. But commit no sacrifices. Repudiate harmfulness, exploitation and slaughter. Rather venerate all creatures and respect them as different but equal to you. |
