Repost from the Myspace Blog.

Rebuilding.

I won't say that I have a dream.

Or the only thing you have to fear is fear itself.

I am not a child of triviality; to begin a speech with a speech in mind is indulgence. What follows emerges from the ether, as I have no incorrigible agenda that I am aware of.

But I am building something. It's more of a structure than a dream, an ideal based on practicality; a pragmatic entity. A symbiotic relationship between humans and humans.

We are the Guard, nothing more. We are humans, made of dirt, and desire, filth and elation, flesh and cravings. We are no better than you.

We ARE you.

I want you to imagine for a moment, a world full of soldiers of expression. We can be light and dark, weird or normal. We are everywhere, all of you, none of you. We are inside you, if you allow yourself to become truth. If you live for true life.

So long have we been stumbling around, performing atrocities to one another due to self-deception. Patting one another on the back for small victories is fine; seeking recognition for those victories is not.

But to protect you is to protect myself; We are winding our way towards a singularity. That singularity glares us in the face as we look down the barrel of a gun, or up the long, twisted blade at our own demise. It chases us in our sleep. If we do not become, we do not exist. If we do not become ourselves, then who are we?

We must excel. We must evolve.

But that is not to say that we should think ourselves better than what we are. For down in the dirt lies the truth, that nothing is as it seems and every movement is important. No lesson is below us. No moment unimportant.

We will expand. We will merge with the world gone mad, and out of the madness we will be hardened, yet made flexible, to the needs of all. We must become humanity.

As an outsider, this might be foreign to some of us. We have never fit in; as hunters we never will. But in order to find the opposite avatars, we have to first hone the hunter...

Train. Experience. Burn the brain-death away. You feel it. It's brain death, that slowness in your perceptions. Too much distraction from the nature of oneself. We have taken too much leave of humanity. Become Wakefulness...

And then fall back into the waters of reality.

We will be the ouroboros, the continuation of the never-ending drum beat.

We are the Guard. We hunt the predators. That is all.

We are not Superheroes. We are real life, we are the history of humanity calling up through the depths to reclaim a world that has forgotten how to unchain itself.

From the Earth, to the Heart, to the Hand, to the Death.

Ascension from the Descent. De Soto In Su.

Hear my call.