It is not what I am, but what I am not. - Hash C. Borgir
I shall not utter contradiction, incoherency or the fallacies of logic. Sad dalcopian enterprise shall look to misunderstand, as my utterings are no pedagogies for manumition at all. I but pronounce mere articulations of points in fact in a pure and raw configuration. There is no reason for me to provide any context, any perspective, any point of view, any band of light to shine upon the darkness within you, to see how the pieces fit. The reason is elementary: I have naught agendum.
I desire not to “wake” you up from your everlasting stupendous stupor in stupidity. Everything I utter is in absolute truth, yet simultaneously, an only expression of the history of the Universe. The troublesome words uttered, frighten all you hold dear.
My words excise abstruse, the steel blade of my pen sharpened upon the iron-blood of the so-called ‘gurus’ and ‘teachers’. They cut deep, gently, with the delicate and beautiful heart of a ruthless butcher, not out of the conviction of my ideas, or the enthusiasm of my purpose, but just to remind you how illusory your own self-identification is.
I, like anything and everyone, am just a cosmic event, the upshot of all nature and the history of all mankind, the movement of all time; the field of whole existence exudes only from the core of my constitute, radiating waves of creation from within. I, the creator of you, am you.
Do I bring thee a token of value? Sigh Value… I cannot help you. There is nothing to do in any eventuality regardless. Yet most people wish my presence, seek my opinion, and continue to come to see me. They seek to ask of me questions and stay to listen to my non-answers. You shall never learn anything of “value”, anything “positive” or “negative” from me. I have nothing to teach. I am not wiser or more knowledgeable than yourself, you, who might even have applied yourself to the pursuit of knowledge, wisdom, transcendence, and Nirvana, who may hold a multitude of degrees. Dear sir or madam, experience, the response of memory, my knowledge of the world around has been derived from pure observation, but has not been drummed into me through institutions.
I gallantly posture as the uneducated man, The Mighty Stoned Ape that is my Natural State.
Anyone who has been around me knows that the “Spiritus Repugnantia” is strong within, and I shall strike upon with the great wrath of my steel pen the ideations of romanticized mentations. Anybody who has been fortunate enough to be around my body for a while knows that I can be either gentle or rather mean, indulgent or harshly critical. Am I the programmer of a great new decline or the architect of a grand design? Have I an hidden agenda? My natural state, is that of any other ape, configured thoroughly through my origins, my upbringing, and the circumstance of the totality of my existential dimensionality.
It is not what I am, but what I am not. The “Spirit of Negation”…
“Spiritus Repugnantia”, the “Espreta Des Contradictiones” By: The Stoned Ape