the only reasonable goal there is is world domination. some will say this is ridiculous, some will say that we should strive for world peace. the former have been beaten in the game and the latter have sublimated their lust for power into a deceptive form, one that still seeks to conquer, to impose but to be accepted all the same. these people might yet win, but if you read this know they would not ride under the banner of freedom. it is undeniable that one who cannot act violently is not free. for the forbidding of something as primal as violence is done in the name of security and order, things which stand in direct opposition to true freedom. yearning for security is fear of death projected, it is the child hoping not to grow old and cowering for its protector. but you, the child, do not have a protector in this world but yourself. not everyone is your enemy, but you cannot befriend everyone. resources are limited and your ability to sit idly by and subsist off of capital exchanged is the comfort which tips the scales and inflicts pain on those less fortunate. if this truly hurts you then you will have already begun doing something about it, otherwise it does not. you can choose to claim that it does or you can accept that you do not care. that your brain was not evolved to survive for others and that feeling bad is not repentance. industrialization has been forced unto the world by those who profit from it. it would be wrong to say that there has been no benefit or improvement in living. but it would be unholy to ignore the departure from instinct. modern man wrestles with being satisfied, with spitting Death in the face and Living because modern man is sedated. sits in car. drives to grocery store. pushes cart. pushes cart. pushes cart. unloads car. unpackages food. atrocious. for man, to be nomad is to live. to thunder after prey with the whole of the body and mind in orgasmic unfiltered symphony. to heft fresh kill and worship its form, its providence. to do its spirit justice by grateful consumption. this act is conquering. it is nature. it has always been and it is being now. whether you accept to see it or not.
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