The Master said, “The ancestors scatter their wisdom like a sower his seeds, and those who would feast must first sweat beneath the sun.” - Malcolm Azania

And on the surface of the ancient home, they die in scores of wars and by legions of plagues,
and against the poets’ and prophets’ promises for unity born in fear of doomsday, they fight like
Tyrannosaurs raging and ripping the life from each other’s scaly necks while the comet smote the
firmament, and murdered the skies to doom them all.

Her weapon is her mouth. And it’s loaded and fully automatic.

Take responsibility for your own happiness, rather than claiming telepathy you don’t have (unless you are telepathic) or ascribing to others ugly thoughts you can’t verify, and aiming endless, nonspecific blame for your mediocrity at the Trilateral Commission, “the media,” SKULL, the RAND Corporation, the long-disbanded Treemasons, the MAN, the Black Helicopter Legion, or the perennial favorite of paranoiacs, “Them.”