zenarchist creed

LAND OF THE LIVING DEAD

it was thought that an idea might elevate their minds to a higher plane of consciousness. an idea not yet hatched. not yet latched onto by the larval threads of their psyche. but unfortunately the idea had not yet come.

to others it was obvious. it always had been. always would be. something or another written a thousand years previous. a thousand years since.

to others still it was a laugh. that anything that the mind could conceive would be a better fate than the one they themselves had constructed with their own brains and wits and fate and laughter.

and yet of the tribes mentioned… rarely did they intermingle. only passing glances shot fearfully in the dark. occasionally a word spoken in dark sarcastic glistening fury, for that was the only language they knew how to speak.

that of death.

but a few emerged from the wasteland with tales to tell and lives to live. never once did this select group of adventurers pause to ponder whether their path was the "right" one. never once did they stop to think at all.

their cult was that of Zenarchy.

absolute freedom of the mind paired with absolute freedom of the body paired with absolute awareness of one's actions paired with an absolute hilarious disregard for rules and regulations.

their cult was that of Absolutism

and so they walked…

surviving…

while the others walked…

slowly dying…

the stories that here have been accumulated serve one purpose and one purpose alone :::::

TO ENLIGHTEN THE WAY FOR OTHER LOST SOULS ::::