There is no escape from destiny. No escape that is palatable. In the gutters of the world lay the geniuses, the mystics, the transformers, who feared, who shrank from their greatness. Perhaps that guru of 20 years ago who created a colony from beggars and drunks had the right idea. It is the scum of the earth that are the fallen, or descended gods. Awake! Awake! Awake!
All mean and women are gods. But they are sleeping. They are comatose. They are emasculated by fear. A religion comes to free them, but they turn freedom into a sash, then a belt, and then a straightjacket. Be Free! Be Free! Be Free! Ears be opened! Tongues loosened! Eyes opened! The blind, deaf and mute dominate our cultures. Just imagine a world of magicians, of mystics, of geniuses, of craftsmen and musicians and scientists greater than all that have come before combined. and then what? We shall flee to the stars, colonize, decay, and regrow, but we shall be the greater for it.
Let us be the greatest golden age of all golden ages! Let us turn Greece into a Silver age only. Perhaps we can leapfrog into an age of platinum. Whatever it is you desire, take it! Have it!
Walk, Peter. Along your path. Your time is coming, and soon. It is overtaking you.
