The Rights of Slaves...
There are none. The
end. Period. Finished. Terminated.
The Rights of Free Men: Infinite. Unyielding.
Perpetual. Unencompassed. Natural.
There is no in-between.
There is no definition of certain rights on paper without the removal of
all others. If paper grants 10 Rights
in a Bill of nebulous interpretation, then all other rights are removed. If a man’s freedom is defined by utter slavery, minus 10 Rights, then a man is slave.
Considering the lack of absolute definition of any words on paper, and that
all words are open to interpretation, even secret interpretation, even those 10
Rights are destined for subversion.
When the freedom of men is taken away by words on paper, it is no
different than title of ownership on paper, over men. At that point men are property.
If paper can be used as a determination of a man’s status as free or
less than free, then men are property.
The question then bares, property of whom?
Who creates the symbols, spells and sentences that paper
holds, the black magick that binds men to it?
Who is this singular entity that holds the favor of gods, that claims
the authorities of gods, that acts against the children of God with disdain,
and pleasures itself with the pain, suffering and toil of men. Who is it that makes such a claim of divine
standing and immortal station? Where
are these messiah that hold the hearts, minds and lives of sentient beings with
the contempt of a hateful slave master?
If the power is real, if the divinity is tangible, then come forth and
claim it, unequivocally. Provide your
backing from the gods via something other than the deceptions of paper, and
weapons of fear and death.
If so powerful are you, then what is the reason for
centuries of deception? Why must the
very source of your authority and power be shielded by mountains of paper, each
fiber and ink blot a testament against the freedom of men? Surely the supremacy must be absolute, and
so the paper must be unnecessary? But
the existence of the paper is also a testament, a testament that the very
source of all this control and ownership is simply more empty symbols on that
which will burn from the smallest of sparks.
From the first word to the last, it is all fictional. It bears no more standing in truth than the
simplest of fairy tales. There is no
divine backing. There is no source of
power and authority. There is only the
void, covered over with shreds of parchment and the weak black magick of
impotent deception. It is cowardice.
In the beginning of all of this deception was the word, and the
word was without form. It was void. And then it took form on paper, and
the heartless lies began. Once the
words formed on paper the void was masked, and then veiled, and then covered
with infinite layers of that which is only more of the void. All paper is of the void. All paper is void.
I proclaim that all bindings of men written on paper are
void, here and forevermore.
The only word that exists in fact, and holds any honor or
bearing is the direct word of living men.
That word must be impeccable, and the truth in it must be
unyielding. These are the conditions of
freedom. Anything less than that
highest challenge, means slavery.
Slaves are dictated their “rights”. Free men dictate their life. Which are you?
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