A letter to my fellow artists…

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Recently I’ve come under some scrutiny, and near mockery, by the apparent "Free Spirit Society," for my ritualistic disposition, and calm steadfast manor. They argue that I can have no knowledge of freedom while I shackle myself to the bindings of routine and polite etiquette…and that somehow being a free spirit must constitute erratic, thoughtless behavior. Well, as it so happens, I have a thing or two to share with you overly "happy" and optimistic artists, if you can spare a minute before your next attempt at saving the world through a giant pointless mossiac.

Although you spunky little permanently-projecting blind-eyed shits know very little about the concept of curiosity, and fail to possess any ability to listen, allow me to explain myself. There’s an old Christian principal that states that only slaves to God know true freedom, which of itself seems cultish and illogical…but there is a significant amount of merit to this statement, beneath the semantic veneer, which I illuminate, personally, by example.

While you may think that freedom constitutes flying by the seat of your pants, into situations that prevent you from taking showers for days at a time, the only real freedom you know is freedom from a predictable environment. Your mind, meanwhile, is a slave to every fresh decision you’re going to have to "whimsically" deal with; should I ride with this dude? is this food edible? where the fuck are we? etc. Unlike a person who’s actions are deliberately set in a manor that requires no conscious effort, you have no freedom of thought or reflection. Your mind is shackled to the demands of adventure, and consequently never gets the chance to journey, or contemplate, on it’s own.