My Child

“ My feet are tired, ” complained the boy

Well… We’ll rest then. As long as it’s quick and vitalizing.

But you must not rest your tuning, like you do when your body aches. That kind of rest is furrowing
and is too great.
While the resting of your resonance is welcomed you become the fermenter-which addresses microorganisms and greets them with esteem.
But with false esteem!
Since you’ll want to do nothing else
but to rest
because that is what is (falsely) great!

My child!
-you are nothing but a screamer of ‘YES’ and you cannot possibly understand how important that is and how fortunate you are to have not encountered those beasts which rip and shred the goals of bullion.
But I assume you will.

Because you were created out of the most non-superfluous desires:

Not because I desired a follower and someone to pass wisdom towards.
Not because you have capabilities beyond that of the vast majority of today’s population

YOU were created for the sake of being good-in-its-self.

And that is more significant than any of the reasons mentioned hitherto.

A comic absurdity underlies the overwhelming feeling of nausea
provoked out of a need for alteration. With a thousand folds of variation I am becoming another diaper drainer. SO.
I mark with this mark and laugh. Laugh! at our obligation to collapse, squiggle, and dribble through the cages of yellow-haired beasts and desert dwelling lumps.