Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Rights of Slaves...

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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