Intro

I am unknowable.

23 years ago i was born into a body and, for ease of processing, this body was given a name.

Further categorisations followed; white, male, british.

Before I was old enough to object I was inducted into a slave culture.

When I was old enough I was given tests to do; these tests established my suitability for certain slave roles.

I went through the motions, and played the game. Security and stability followed. My roles became habit. Those roles that I was most comfortable with became my "best" roles.

The secret to this world seemed to be that beneath all morals and principles was the understanding that a slave-decision was right for as long as I could bear it.

The weakness of this function was hidden behind such constructs as divinity and science. A consensus subjectivity, or mass hallucination; truth is the opiate of the masses.

I dont know when it happened; many times as i grew up in this slave species I experienced trauma and shock, forcing me to change my understanding of the world faster than I could interpret the information I was receiving. I began to function at info-speed. I relaxed when faced with the posibility of my own death, and mutated into something more than a fearful animal tragically trying to escape its own inevitable mortality and insignificance.

The worlds greatest love affairs became the simple consequence of proximity and a desire for gratification; the worlds greatest acheivements were nothing more than the blind fumbling of necessity; the greatest hopes became day dreams, and everywhere i looked for them i found nothing but emtpyness.

I became empty;

I remembered that I am unknown.

In this emtpyness I found my spirit, and limitless space for my vision.

The difference between a slave and a master is in what drives us, what moves us; the slave prefers, if anything, direction, a certain path full of success and security (offered oly by the masters, and always at a price); the master prefers vision, that intangible power that one would risk everything for, a vision that demands directionS, avenues, outlets, that put all certain successes and securities - for these are easy to gain - at risk.

To risk life and limb for a vision, that is truly living.

To those that are happy with the roles they were born into, with the lives they were bred to lead, I'm affraid I have some bad news -

You are already dead.