I'm a pistol-whipping, kryptonite eating, fengshui type of character - no time for indecency or hairy abominations of justice and thinking, not so inclined to do what others think is important. So, there is the residual of past quakes caused in the psyche, a deep desire to please and move around for others. This is what most of my life's choices were. I felt disappointed that others were disappointed with my choices. So, in turn, I altered my aspirations and made them match the pleas others, I altered consciousness and played closely to the role written by them, but then, I realized that they would not have to pay my rent, feed me, or bring me joy. These would not be there when hard times came. They would quit - finding some easier route to a shorter summit and a closer offset. Some don't give a good goddamn about redemption or my tears. I will be okay with my solitude and even my misery to the extent that I can captain all of it with God as I have come to understand him. He is a man. I thought that Sophia was God for a while, but she is just a celestial programmer tuned to the creative frequency. No. God is a man.
Forgotten quakes ripple through cloud formations like shockwaves though sedimentary rock slabs. And in the residue, there are those who stand and wait for your victory, stand and wait for your delusions to melt and your blessings to pour out. You can not make the world pretty for those you love without truth - without purpose. So, on occasion (not all the time but on occasion) you have to keep that pimp hand strong. On occasion, you have to tell all people to GFY. I know it seems hard at the time. What ever will you do if the whole world speaks ill of you? "I have been called worse by better," the Fool says with his head poking verbosely through cloud formations, seeing what others can not see. You can not spend your time pandering or crawling before the world. No matter how much they disapprove, how violently their opinions become - they cry for peace with war in their hearts; others prepare for war with peace on the mind and in the soul.
We didn't thirst after these wars, you know? We are just dealing with them. No, it was you. The protestor, the bigot, the jobless too proud to wash dishes, too entitled to drag ass through lowly places, too angered to empower yourself. Yes, you're anti-war actions extend only as far as your comfort extends. The real anti-warriors are the ones in far-off lands with unpronounceable names - holding the fortress at Qalat, picking up where Alexander left off. I have anger too but at least I am aware of it - at least I channel it at those who most certainly deserve the wrath of forgotten quakes. And the goddess Athena carries my prayers to Elohim and crowns those ballsy enough to plunge.
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