Easter is again upon us........The pageantry, The passion, The ism of "Theism".....has always seemed the spectacle of the streets, more than the musings from Palace towers.......As soon as my prefrontal cortex was operationally analytical, I cleaned house of the detritus of mass belief systems that had been earnestly posited, like an underground viral network, whose objective was my potential brainwashing........When I was old enough to write my feelings and thoughts on surfaces that persist in time, stacks of paper, decorated with inked language, began to flow and saturate pressed wood fiber.......and these youthfully skeptical poems entered my existentially exuberant expressivity, displacing the ancient scribbles in the carbon black of cave walls.......It was not until I was 19 or 20, and....reading of Diogenes Teufelsdröckh, then a book that ends in the middle of a sentence and begins in the middle of the same sentence, did I see the exit from the Cave.........
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