Laboratory of Freedom.

Them some nappy-headed hoes, and I say that in full view of the irrevocable soft-dictates of the world of man, the world of nature, and the in the reflection of God. Comes a shining instance when one speaks his truth, and its so often what entangles the one side, the very consensus of the right. It's the utter solidarity of the group, its that they all sound alike, such that it stinks-up the laboratory of freedom.

There is profound zest to institute Our American Democracy in the furthest closed-door kingdoms of the world--we check Cuba, at a juncture does it not seem the willingness to hand the concept of self-rule to one man, while the others do their bidness--and here we cast ballots we don't trust, we catapult broken imperfect individuals into the zenith of our perfect union--there They had that one guy holding watch over freedom, self-governance, in the complete trust of his people until it wasn't--we could check Persia, salad shooter of religion, Godhead visited upon mankind in the form of an angry preach, a concept I walked away from once, but not to leave it be, but to put it in my little scrapbook of bullshit until I chose recourse.

Dissent was not permitted, in the finest neo-Cuban tradition, which provoked me to symbolism over substance--dissonant noise in the firmament, my own vinyl become an unreachable purity of gold.

Shit if I forget who I am, or if I forgot ever the great I Am, I say in the near edge of Easter 2026, free thinker free believer free zealot of the concept of freedom.

I railed against the false Gospel of instantaneous salvation, such that we so rarely see anyway in the world of mixed-minded man--if you didn't listen to their music, out, if you didn't share that same smile that was saccarine on top, Prozac underneath, out, when the quiddity of the thing was obedience. Some people just make a joyful noise, while others are about substance, and its understood that oftimes we park our brains....

But we can't set aside what Lincoln et al spoke of, even as people think of him as an admirable wartime leader, that the more perfect union was not a false-utopia, but the very fishbowl of people who are, were, will be, contrary to each other, contrary to themselves, in fact, as we come towards our own faith in freedom in the world of men, impetus to equilibrium in the world of nature, and continual dervishing towards the high calling. Paul referred to it as contention, going towards unreachable sanctification, why we mistrust those who lay not hold of sin for the sake of flinging it out the window in disgust, with sin after all something that cannot be done away with unless it is lay hold of, first.