Naked on April 20, 2007

Got up around 9:00 today, started day with Neitzsche again, had great moments of shear exstatic realization while re-absorbing what can only be defined as truth, not because of any prescription of information, but instead a prescription for being past information entirely. He takes you through a developmental analysis of 'intellectual' maturity in phases described as 'I shalt,' that being the common man living under morality and social dictates, then into 'I will,' that being the heroic type that stands above the common pussy-ass who decides for oneself, then to the 'I am,' which is beyond even one's own dictates and realizes the full pregnancy of being. He states that when we do our best, we are not working, that work is merely a means to achieveing these moments. My day was so entirely characterized by this understanding as to leave me nearly without thought entirely. When I got to the city one of the first things that stood out was a 'savior' out with his 'christian' signs promissing failure to all who didn't believe as his interpretation of his 'good book' decreed, yet how relative and narrow must his sense of freedom and valildity in the world be. How scared he must be. In relation to this the thought came to me, 'the evil you see in the world is not in the world, it's in you.' Surely that phrase has been extolled many times before yet so much more deeply realized today. Salvation, Enlightenment, Nirvana, Moksha, the end point of all religion is the same translation and that is Liberation. Liberation from what? From your obsessive right/wrong mentality. You can't have one without the other. How obvious is it that any line of reasoning will have it's opposite. Everyone has been taught that this and that is good, this and that is bad. How can anyone not understand the simple logic that you've been taught what you know, and so has everyone else, and that everyone believes that they are right or wrong based solely on their diligence to believe that same thing over a period of time. Of course the longer you believe something, and the more desperate you are (the more fearfull and needy, cowardly you are), the more you will find proof of your relative truth. You've simply invested more of your precious, possessive life energy in it and so you'd be lost without it yet, all perspectives are relative. All written texts are petty stories. All religions and mythologies and vise versa are merely directional guides to the absolute which contains all there is and cannot be put into words, creeds, language. Learn from a master who needs no master other than myself. Learn from a master who needs no validity, who needs no rules, who has no crutch, no mental idol called God. So many rediculous children in their suits and ties think I am arrogant because I claim to be all that can or will be named. It is they who are arrogant to claim that they are not what they distinquish as God. It is they who have made themselves 'other' than God. To white wash it with false humility and call themselves sinners, guilty, fallen, and all the other shameful shit is no excuse. All is one, and all is perfect. All is honorable and divine, I am that in all it's infinite detail. I stand before that world with nothing but the total conviction of my totalilty, of my pure contemplation of my achieved state of exstatic, raging, energy and excitement to be Naked Cowboy!!! I live this, this can never die. All the perfected ones have said the same thing. All the village minded followers have fought over whose cultural idiosyncrasies should govern. I know I went off on a tangent here, this is what I'm thinking as I'm holding the human race in my arms and making everyone in a mile wide circle happy, free and validated in their lives right now. (This circle ripples throughout the entire universe) It's as if the whole of human history of misguided, totally lazily researched philosophy and religion must be wrestled out of each day. Like throwing off hoards of ignorance each day in order to live as a free man in world of prisoners to outdated, childish fairy tales. I'm happy to do it. You're welcome.
Aside from my 4 plus hours of shear genuine happiness proliferation, I nailed the gym for like two hours, had only chicken and veggies and water, and coffee, and spent the rest my time organizing the car, house, and wrapping my head around Plato's Republic.