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"Prometheus" (anarchist rant, former .plan file)
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by j z provo
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...then there was the time when the man was with a comerade, cohort, friend.
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This person snickered at one of his works, asking "Just what the HELL does
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it mean?"
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Fire brewed in the man's eyes; artist turned madman grabbed his friend by
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the collar and slammed a rather suprised companion into the wall.
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"Mean? MEAN?" He was shouting. "What does the sum total of your life _mean_?
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What will your life mean when you're gone? ...nothing. This is a representation
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of you and all those like you. Here -look!- do you see this? This is your
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mindless chase after meaningless scraps of paper. There is your blind acceptance
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of The Rules... This piece is a monument to modern stupidity; to those who have
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been _so_ indoctrinated that they cannot even CONCEIVE of not 'playing by the
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rules', let alone breaking them or even think that other rules could exist. For
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all those to whom the word 'rebellion' has been programmed to mean 'violent
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conflict', and who believe that a society dedicated to grinding the teeth of
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Moloch with their children is the natural way, that we and our so-called culture
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are the endpoint of evolution and 'intelligence'..."
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Suddenly he breaks off with a sigh. A tired, time-worn sound. He looks away..
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And I turn back to you with a look of sadness, a sadness you will never
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comprehend. The sadness of a Prometheus who finds his gift of fire only being
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used to roast infidels.
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