Have you ever cut the leg off a pet newt, and watched, amazed, as it grew back? Have you ever counted tree rings, marveling at the plants ability to build on itself, nearly tough as stone but malleable over time. A thousand worker bees collect honey, but only the Queen see's the big picture. Don't you get it? We are trying to do nothing. I am going to change things. If I'm smiling at you, it's because you serve my purpose, if I'm trading tips or advice it's because you have something I want.

There is no us here, and it's important you realize that the more attention you draw to the Great Work, the more the mob will seek you out, leaving me to continue my efforts.


I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.