âI have come learn of the dire state our *humanity* allows us. To be bounded by the universe and be made so *aware* of it. No matter how much we posture or contemplate our state of being, in the end we are all just fucking animals in our cages. Looking for something to fuck or trying not to starve. Shitting on the floor and licking it up. It *disgusts* me. Everyone clamors to be free and theyâre all too fucking stupid to realize theyâre being held back by a bundle of sticks and tape.
I didnât realize it, until the Keysmith taught me how to free myself and live unbounded. Look at me. I can never die. My body has gone, but my mind roams free. My nervous system shut down fifty years ago. My heart stopped beating. I cannot exist, and yet I do. I live better than *any* of you. Where once was the floor of my cage, this house is to me what your god had during the seven days. Itâs putty. A space that can be reordered to my whim. A microcosm of the world as I would have it. One where each and every soul is key and keeper of the key.
Iâm teaching them now; practicing to make others like me, as my brothers and sisters did for me. There are more than two million people is this city alone. They have wants and passions that founder their mediocrity. You have dreams too. I do not know your heart, but it is a nature of any. What a tragedy to see life crumple that, to reduce you to a raving baboon or stooped-over manservant. Let me free you. See a life where *you* determine the course, in every sense of the word. Keysmith who Opens the Path, as you did for me, show them. Show them how we live.â
