Dear Lil' Guy,
The Universe is trying to kill you. Don't be scared - she's not mean or
specific (she's not even aiming at you) - but you're in the crosshairs. When I
say Universe, capital U, I'm not speaking of the cosmos, stardust, nebulae or
cosmic particles - I mean to say existence - your Universe Of Being. And in
that U.o.B. EVERYTHING is trying to kill you. Don't be scared. It's alright.
Everything you know plans on your death - has designs on your demise. This is
the truth. Even Jesus wants you dead - and most folk think of him as a nice
guy. But your death has nothing to do with being nice or mean - the U.o.B. has
no personality, it doesn't care about you. You're here absorbing material and
secreting waste all over the cradle and enjoying everything you can. Who blames
you? Existence is short and death is long. Take what you can get and don't look
back. I'm with you. I live in a place where I can pull myself up by the
shoelaces and job create - and when I've achieved a certain kind of freedom I
have the option of buying whatever flavor enlightenment I care to taste. It's a
good thing. If I can leave you with one thought (blame your parents for naming
me Godfather), it is this: The plants in the room want to eat you alive – move faster boy.
Love,
Your bitter elder.
Your bitter elder.
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