There has never been a beginning.
There have been infinite beginnings.
There is nothing greater than the cosmic order.
It is all things, including yourself.
Whether you are the most generous,
Whether you are the most depraved torturer,
You are part of the cosmic order.
Does not the generosity come from deference to morality?
Without this servitude, would you not torture?
Does not your hatred come from deference to morality?
Without this servitude, would you not cherish your fellow man?
Idiots, all of you!
Go and have a rotten, rancid fuck with your God
Be he myth or reality, fuck, I say!
Taste the decay, the vomit, the piss
Logic or fable, your God is a whore
You do what is expected and naught else
Why are you so obedient?
It is because you could explode at any second.
Without the diaphanous “morality” barely draped over
And you carefree geniuses
All of life’s complexities are so simple for you
Even the lesser-known paths that one might devote a life wrestling with
You undo with the snip of a wire
And never bother to mention it
I say to you:
Everyone will respect you
You have won all contests
By playing it nice and safe
Like a bubble gum pop idol
Despite your genius, you are inert and vapid
Despite your dynamics, you are homogenous
And you will be assimilated.