Monday, March 21, 2011
We are a pawn in the game, moving over the checks, working our way to the throne. Riches won't buy you freedom in a castle made of sticks. You strike the match at the wood end and never release the flame. Enlighten yourself, burning man, the fire is in your head. Do you know how to disappear completely? Have the ashes of your knowledge scattered to the wind and then laugh and then forget. When you reach the inferno, look back and wink, you have good reason to, in spite of it all.