Knowing
matters. Why does it matter? Because it does. It
matters. But that’s the game—the
torture—the double bind. You will not be
allowed to have the one thing that could either give you peace or send you off
the cliff of despair, or both. This one
thing will be taken from you. Instead
you will wonder whether you have banana Weetabix poisoning, or if you are right
but lost in the red straw network, or if you are sort of right but kind of
wrong but full of good intentions, or if you are just a nutter. You will be told you hold the answers, but
there are no answers inside. Just a
howling wind, an incessantly buzzing bee, a mass grave filled with the fallen,
the ones who foolishly entered into No Man’s Land armed only with a musket and
grim determination. A musket is no
defense against an ICBM. Grim
determination and a dollar will get you a ride on the bus. Or it would have about twenty years ago. Now you’d probably need a couple of bucks.
You will be denied all knowledge. Knowledge will die within you, to be replaced with rotting suspicions and wilting hope. No seeds can be planted here. You will be left a slave to ambiguity, a prisoner of doubt. Enjoy the banana Weetabix, because there is no going back. And I do like it. It’s quite nice with yogurt. Not with milk. Must never eat cereal with milk. Never ever ever.
You will be denied all knowledge. Knowledge will die within you, to be replaced with rotting suspicions and wilting hope. No seeds can be planted here. You will be left a slave to ambiguity, a prisoner of doubt. Enjoy the banana Weetabix, because there is no going back. And I do like it. It’s quite nice with yogurt. Not with milk. Must never eat cereal with milk. Never ever ever.
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