One who excels as a warrior does not appear formidable;
One who excels in fighting is never roused in anger;
One who excels in defeating his enemy does not join issue;
One who excels in employing others humbles himself before them.
This is known as the virtue of non-contention;
This is known as making use of the efforts of others;
This is known as matching the sublimity of heaven.
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
To sit at the top of a throne at the top of the city upon a hill… what a feeling that is.
Looking onward from my view above it all, the long views kick in a permanent sense of self entitled awe. I am but a vessel of the lord. I am the vessel of the lord.
I am in a particular set of circumstances. The metaphysical trains of directed human energy rush by from either side and onward, spiraling off into the infinite. By grace, great advice, skill, and divine will (what else could it be) I am able to negotiate and direct the metaphysical trains, the waves of organized disciplined soul energy, and with tremendous consequent. It is my duty, the tools are there and meant for my using.
Everybody is aboard the train. Nobody else has really seen the collective maps to know where the trains are going, or why they are going where they are going.
They must have faith in the system racing them around and rely on me as their messiah, the conductor, who only needs to make a switch every once in a while. I am here for a reason. They are incapable of surfing the wave of life without their industrial motors and my guidance.
When a fly lands on the shoulder of a true martial art master, the master has to make an ever so slight adjustment. Sometimes, however, it spins out of control, and I find my left fist and arm through a wall on the South side, my right big toe just lightly dipped in the water to the North West.
I was a canvasser for the Pacific Green Party of Oregon, where I registered people to vote as Green Party members in Portland, Oregon. When I drew this, the registration drive had just finished and so I used my free time to create this.
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