And the Lord Said without a Second Thought to the Contrary;
Sing me
sweet lullaby's in a
war zone in which
Zionists frame the
jealous for
Palestinian deaths.
Rock the small me in a cradle next to a copy of
Anne of Old Green Gables as we live old
Greek fables in Athenia.
Purchase me from a
Chinese convenience outlet in Beijing-like Downtown San Diego; let me go when no longer I am of
any real service.
Think of
me when you're swimming in a sea of
sound in an HMV; music makes you
free, or
freer than the freest philosopher, who can't find it within himself to
have a voice.
Murder me in my
sleep, so my
dreams,
I
can still keep, and all the
benefits of my
imagination I may
reap with guiltless greed.
Call me
Candy; Randy the
handy man with the
hand grenade he made to raid
Obama.
The world is meaningless,
there is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose.
All meaning is man-made, so make your own, and make it well.
Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die.
Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself.
Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, love, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it.
Do not let your life and your values and your actions slip easily into any mold, other that that which you create for yourself, and say with conviction, "This is who I make myself".
Do not give in to hope.
Remember that nothing you do has any significance beyond that with which you imbue it.
Whatever you do, do it for its own sake.
When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh, and shout back, "Fuck You!".
Rembember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility.
The world may be empty of meaning, but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.
Live deliberately. You are free.
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