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vacation time (kind of)

Blogging will be light for the next week or so while I get situated with my computer again. I’m going to be busy editing issue five of Hobson’s Choice, as well as clearing some assorted odds and ends out of my apartment.

In the mean time, here’s some (very) rough-draftage for you to chew on.

I stood in the sunlight, green grass below and devil bright blue above. The air was cool upon my neck. I could feel ants moving around on my toes, and for a moment there was absolute clarity. There was no such thing as righteousness, or evil or anything more primitive than the ethics we had bound to our hearts. To each others hearts.

She walked away, into the sand and the wind. Her caravan proceeded in a monumental fashion. It proclaimed dominance of what lay before it. I stood behind it, no more a subject to her power, but left behind to remember the radiance. The morals she had taught no longer held sway in my mind; I could only find solace in the law.

I scratched in the last answer for the bar exam and breathed in the musky air of men who stank of greed. I welcomed the paradigm of subjective truth. I felt as though I would never care to search for the original thought again, free to now expand my own empire with the scorched earth mantra of love that she had taught me just before her departure into the desert. I sorely missed her and, as I laid the test-booklet on the table, realized that I would never be whole again. Entropy had laid waste to my heart.

The heart is a demon-box, you know. The energy in one compartment can be perpetually kept aloft in one and depressed in the second. A reversal can turn love into stone and hate into a gushing spring. The demon can become bitter, but will keep the box beating despite himself, or to spite you. Pain is real. Love and hate are illusions. Once you embrace this thought, you can fully embrace (and in return, selectively disregard) any ethical standard you choose.

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