31 July 2008


The Tree of Knowledge has sprouted and is flourishing quite well now.

Knowledge, facts, and information without the proper parallel of growth in morality leads to Chaos. Chaos is a trendy city where all one's desires can be fulfilled. A place where the void in one's soul can be saturated with things. Things that make you feel good, and medicated, and ease the mind. For when one's mind is ill at ease, what better to medicate it with than pleasure?

But soon the mind craves more sugar and sweets, and honey after awhile loses it's effect. So more things arrive in tan new packages, and are applied differently, and these dull the senses to bearable levels. But alas! Reality rears it's ugly head (once again) so, what does one do now?

Change Reality.

Or pay people to change reality for us. At least until the sun sets and night arrives with it's comforting shadows that veil those mean nasty Principles.

Ahh. . .the Night. Everybody loves the Knight and the masks. For who can stand the sight of old rotting bodies. Nobody really. But with knowledge comes botox to make us smile again. Of course, now we cannot stop smiling as our faces are set in permanent grins.

Are they grins though? Or are they leers?

Haunting leers of cadaverous jokers wandering the dark streets of plenty in the metropolis of Chaos. . .but happy because they've never met Joy. Is not happiness Joy?

Perhaps we should ask Wiki and the Televiserati. They know. They know everything.

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