Hello, are you there? I don't know if we're in the same time, but maybe we can accompany each other. I wrote this "a" while ago, and yet, it's now. Your now. Because if you've stopped to read, it's because you're in your now. The magic is that, from another time, I can now accompany you. We accompany each other. Thank you.
But, if you're going to continue, know that you won't find anything useful, because I'm going to talk about something as inconsequential as only butt cells can be. But, in return, I promise you something extraordinary these days. We're going to waste time. And I, perhaps, my ass. Although I would gladly do it if others recovered their heads in return.
Letter to my countrymen, the "intermediaries of power and to power." Today I've been trying to think about the matter of the Stratvs winery, of power, of illegal hotels subsidized with public money, that is, STOLEN MONEY, of unresolved island plans, of illegal ports, of expired parks, of journalists of power, of alienated politicians, of one party and another, etc.
I thought about how to make them understand, beyond their paranoias, their needs, interests, fears, or values, that one has nothing personal against them or against their bosses. One reason for exposing this is that what I say is "officially sincere," as I stated in court under oath. The other is that perhaps it would serve to avoid future squabbles. And a simple way occurred to me. Here's the letter.
(When I say powerful, I mean that capacity they have, due to circumstances of life, to influence the daily lives of others. Not that they are bearers of any personal or social empowerment. Rather, it's usually the opposite.) Imagine that we all are part of, let's call it, a system. In this case, Lanzarote. Let's imagine Lanzarote as a human body. Let's imagine that we are simple cells of that body. Well, you (the power) would be from the brain and I from the ass.
Well, it happens that everything you eat ends up passing through me, that is, through the ass. And you can do whatever you please; you have a certain free will, but I don't, I am the ass. And as an ass, I don't calculate, I don't reflect, I don't negotiate, I don't do anything.
That you believe that what you can do are paranoid nonsense of your cerebral condition. But? Here comes the thing, the ass needs your shit to be of a certain quality, because if you send it too hard and with strong squeezes, or too soft and acidic, you end up irritating it, and it can't avoid that. It doesn't have that power or possibility; I remember that that faculty is up there, where you live.
But, paradoxes of nature, when the ass gets irritated, it's not the ass that hurts (although it seems like it). A system that depends once again on those above makes the brain process and suffer the pain, discomfort, or irritability. That when that happens, they try to blame the poor butt cells is, unfortunately, not very lucid, and that's where the term "assholes" must come from.
So, powerful ones, if you remembered that all your shit passes through people like me and thought that your way of life is going to condition the state of irritability of your asses, that is, of me, perhaps this world would be much more peaceful, benevolent, passable, and pleasant. And I'm not even trying to place the "poorest" as butt cells; those are just a few "crazy asses," and even if they are removed, others will appear, because another paradox of nature is that the ass can live without a brain, but the brain cannot live without an ass.
I hope this helps you understand that there is no conspiracy, just an acute irritation that only from your heights can be relieved. Simplifying, you can't eat everything because sooner or later you will run into some irritated cells in the ass. That they will not give in no matter what happens, because that's all they can do. This extremely irritated planet is full of examples. And the ones we will see.
And let it be known that I am doing everything possible to accept all kinds of shit without getting irritated
And let it be known that I am doing everything possible to accept all kinds of shit without getting irritated, but it takes time. And they don't give rest. Ah! and this one doesn't get greased, it doesn't work, there's no "paste" for the crazy asses. Besides, the problem is that things have gotten out of hand, and from so much eating territory and only territory and at all hours, they have run into the kidney cells, ños! and those are more fucked up. And keep going brains, keep releasing bad shit. The asses are more accustomed to the nasty bacteria, so it seems that it is easier for them to survive and even live with dignity in the meantime (I already said, the pain is processed in the coconut).
And there are other types of cells to irritate, but I don't even want to think about that. I don't know if you have realized, but in the way of eating "soil" there is not much difference between you and those teenagers unable to stop eating hamburgers and drinking cokes like crazy. So it seems very regrettable that we have reached a situation in which, from the ass, which only receives information from the waste, we have more clarity about what is happening in the world than from your little heads with all your sensors.
So you could say that it's not that they're assholes, but that they're dumber than the ass.
So you could say that it's not that they're assholes, but that they're dumber than the ass. Strong waste of intelligence and power resources. I tell this because one day my brain contacted my ass and they reached an agreement tired of so much unnecessary suffering. Now my mind chooses better what to eat and how to digest both food and emotions. And it occurred to me to think, because I have time for it, that perhaps it would be useful to someone else. Risking that someone tells me that with this I look like a spiritual guru. Although maybe they're even right, because sometimes I see some spiritual guru who looks more like an irritated ass.
However, power calls them specialists of confusion. Although they don't say the last part (of confusion). That is the secret for which they are paid. If this writing has brought you a glimpse of a smile at some point, it is that we understand each other somewhat. If not, then I will continue battling so that you learn to eat and digest what has been eaten for the good of both. Because, in the end, if the ass is bad, you are going to hell and I swear that the ass does not want to govern; it prefers that a brain that governs for all parts of the being does it.
From irritated cells to very disconcerted and painful ones. All parts of the same being. Magnificent stupidity.
To my enemies
The wingless pilgrim remains faithful to the path he has drawn. And he remains faithful to the enemies and difficulties that appear. Because they are part of that path. The wingless pilgrim knows that he has to arrive and return walking to the place from where he started. And observe everything again.
Because the pilgrim knows that the only thing that matters is the path. And the path is inside and outside, above and below, to leeward and windward. From north to south. And the path is sacred because sacred is everything that does not discover its deep meanings. That is why there is nothing more sacred on the path of a wingless pilgrim than his enemies.