First you must learn to smile as you kill

Home is a commerical advertisement.
-Look at my colors, sparks, advantages, says It, look at the lessons I teach, the value at which I'm worth, and my security. Here you will learn what the world expects of you. What I expect of you. In this sense you need me.
-But what if I don't need you, says I. What if the rules you teach are only relevant to you and the whimsical mood of your flamboyant nature? What if your value, your security, your advantages, are only based on a false sense of entitlement, a fallacy of self-realization?
-You owe me, says It. To whom was my food given? My money, my time? In this sense you can not leave.
-And what of the rules of Nature, says I. Am I to be bred concordant to the understanding that I must reap what I sow when all of Nature reaps what it does not sow? "I know how to obey, I was trained to obey." Should I stunt my growth any further in order to remain obedient to a misunderstanding? You give your food, your money, your time because you are meant to, just as we are meant to pluck what we did not sow. You give because if you would have retained, your gifts would have receded inside, festered, diseased, and exploded. You gave because it is instinct, and it will also be mine.
-You can not live without me, says It, here is family, laughter, comfort, love.
-And here is a blank sheet, with a purpose either to veil and forget or to be painted upon and hung. You teach me "responsibility"? You teach me that my actions have consequences? You are fixed on the rules of your world but there will be consequences of the earth; of the Universe, and yes, for your actions as well.


Your friend,
Alex