![]() Not that we make ourselves happy by torturing wiping out, exploiting, rounding up animals - no, increasingly we - the endangering species - herd and exploit each other, breed young to disable in schools, denounce any sign of spontaneous joy in each other. ![]() I'm always wanting to leave both the state and the chamber - and I'm rooted by both. Here in my chamber of raw understanding, wrestling the language of unutterability, I feel only too-muchness of being and being one of millions too many. Not that I feel a duty to life the dictatorship, cosmic catastrophe. ![]() My invisible, other true friend, Brother Zoti Lamort, unknowable, ever-present, everywhere like a vast four-dimensional carpet, asks me silently why I have to be human, why I, shunning destiny, laden down with my great gift of sorrow, have to be? Not because there is a possibility of happiness! No, the idea of personal happiness (and the hunter's pursuit) is the most vain, destructive and self-destroying of concepts strangling Earth and us with false urgency. ![]()
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