My name is Richard Harloe Caldwell.
I have picked cotton from every salt mine across the country. And earnestly never felt any compulsion to surround myself with people who suit me, or thrown fits if I cannot carjack the energy, time and space of anyone else for my own amusement or benefit. For as long as I can remember I understood how limiting that would be in terms of what one might experience, and learn from. I do not get cross while others prove unable or unwilling to say or do for my interest, for if all the world’s truly a stage there must be no audience. Contrary to any dream, nothing is less important than being loved, as its pursuit and competition invoke every malevolence. Even were social contracts to allow for non-competes, if a moment cannot be without necessitating audience or reward then something other than grace is in effect. Troubles end only in the relinquishing of the will, in the acceptance that regardless the situation should anyone’s esteem be absolutely nobody’s priority. Not remotely disheartening to the wet dreams of escapism from problem-solving, going out of one’s way to avoid using or abusing others is the antithesis to aggregating capital just as the opposite to war was never peace, but wisdom.
As all of marketing is purposed with coyly denying our own sensory perceptions, the root functions to any persuasion of Church is to lie, to any persuasion of State is to cheat and to any persuasion of Industry is to steal. Hope itself is forever the easiest sell for there’s no need to follow-through, unless either party wants to disrupt the codependency in progress. And at odds with marketing does the modern landscape exist to be so plain; the complications arising in life arising from every justification for ego’s alignment. Yet no matter who they are or what they’re on about, should someone possess more rights than you, more resources and opportunities, then they are not the ones requiring anything of you and yours but for shits and giggles. Though Americans live and breathe to aspire after the biggest beggars they happen across, no matter who you are and what you’re on about, if your icons can do no wrong you have yourself fucked. Were there some godlike being ever peeping down from the rafters, it must be the future incarnated. None can define it while many presume to speak on its behalf. All wish for it to deliver unto them, yet within it lies the destruction of every last one of us. And perhaps humanity has never achieved a utopia anywhere, because there’s nobody to populate it with but devils.
As such, I feel the one and only civil or basic human right that all persons everywhere deserve no matter the setting or circumstances and without exception, is a natural lifespan. So that they may continue to suffer the effects from whichever culture or society they contribute to for as long as humanly possible. There is no worse punishment for those who cannot abide by themselves, and there is no other methodology with which to honestly help.
My webmail is stegosaur@systemli.org.