The tree of Ténéré

I am alone but I am not lonely.

I am the only heir to legacy of solitaries,

Last in the line of gods and free spirits,

Ones brave enough,

Willing enough to be creators,

Of their own virtue,

Their own law,

Their own self.

Many bow.

They bow to the laws of few,

They live the lives of few,

And make peace with pauper's pittance.

And why?

What for?

For belief?

Belief in what?

God?

God was murdered long ago;

Long enough

For the stench of

His rotting decaying carcass

Reach Cocytus.

Never had the fallen

Laughed so hard!

Or is it belief in state?

The most devious and inhuman

Of all the devices

Invented by man.

The one you surrender to,

The one you are taught to need

And are required to

Love,

Respect,

Obey,

Worship.

But how can one claim his humanity

By surrendering their food

And seeking vomit?

How unbearably naive

Was the first to surrender!

My virtue is my life,

My will is to power.

I love my law,

And love demands.

I obey none,

But I respect everyone's power.

I worship the future,

I sacrifice present.

My rarity is the jewel,

For you.

My love for me,

Mine.

And I come to you,

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