MANUAL II: How to Live Forever
This is the only world. Either love the people in it and help them to rise) or you're going reside upon it as dispersed molecules.
To fight is to die. There is no struggle--except the struggle to see this fact. The less cool you are to people, the less clear this fact will be. When you finally see it, you'll realize that everything you want just takes honest, dedicated practice and that there is an infinite time to hone your skills. You'll see that time is a lie made up by those vanquished by their own belief in it. Can you really waste somebody else's lie?
The Lone King paused before entering his time-dilator and released this statement:
"My mother always told me never to have sex with strangers. How right she was. I actually used to lie about having sex with women just to throw it in my Dark Queen's face. What a stupid fool I was. Now she thinks I'm like the rest of these hunters. And now she thinks she has to hunt like this too. Sad, isn't it? Poor, sultry creature. I've been so cruel to her because of her beauty."
The secret knowledge. Anything you want is yours, but you must fight devil after devil to get there. Each will try to keep you on his/her rung of hell. They have made an uncomfortable home of it and want you to do the same. Expressing anger is useless, since whatever it does in terms of waking the being up is completely canceled by their reaction to you "losing your cool." Anger must always be modulated once it bursts forth, tuned to raise the God-level of consciousness. You must use your emotions to spark interest in higher ends. What you say should imply: "Heaven is right here, friend! It's just that you can't come in until you abandon your petty goals!"
Watch out for the Purveyors of Doubt. They will lodge their resigned opinions in your brain and walk away with a lighter step, while you wallow in delusions of inferiority. There is an urge in all of us to put our closest friends and family members down. Success is only applauded by the close-group after it resists all the group's subtle attempts to overturn it.
The revelation: anything you want to do, you can do. You won't be able to do much if you listen to those not as physically vital as you. Health is happiness -- unhappiness is sickness and ugliness. So you must turn a deaf ear to the unhappy and/or ugly advisors in your life. To you, they ARE demons. To them, you ARE an angel -- so be one, but not by taking their advice, but by accepting their demonisms as faulty love expressions from over-hungry souls.
Granted, logically speaking, the truth-value of a statement is independent of whether or not its source is ugly or unhealthy. But the relevance of the statement is never assessed properly by these jaded sources. So, to avoid confusion, opinions issuing from the ugly/unhealthy should just be ignored completely.
I now announce the end of the Order of the Atrophied Genius. Never again will we lend our ears to decrepit Yoda-like creatures whose wisdom seems traded for physical vitality. It is just this so-called wisdom that is corrupting billions by the second.
The Order of the Atrophied Genius was based on a powerful belief in a separation of mind and body. Under this mendacious dichotomy, it seemed sensible to think that a man could neglect his body and hone his mind at the same time. Indeed, some have gone so far as to seek wisdom solely from decrepit, near-sighted, scientist-looking individuals. What a fucking sham! The only wisdom you'll ever get from them is how to make your shoes stink worse than shit. And I'll tell you how to do that right now.
How to make your shoes stink like hell while making most people think you're smart: Very simple. Eat fast-food (restaurant or store-bought) daily and ignore all pertinent information about healthy eating. Cherish your mind over your body as though it were a separate thing entirely. Drink heavily whenever you start to think about changing any of these habits. Go to an eye doctor: he'll be sure to tell you need glasses. Get a pair. In no time, you'll be quite ugly and many fools will call you smart precisely because of your ugliness and nearsightedness. But keep your shoes on, or even these fools will flee from you like squirrels.
The Atrophied Genius is still valuable to us whores, but not as an example or as a fountain of absolute truth. His shape, countenance and opinions will help any whore to assess the recurrent realities. He serves as a particular reading on the human-thermometer. The Atrophied Genius is more often than not an embodied testimony to a particular contradiction of concepts, both of which occupy the same head with relatively equal weight.
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