MY PEACE
My peace isn't with peace itself, but in making things
stable. I want this world to spin, yes, but according
to its dictated rules. I don't want day to be night,
unless when it should - and then there is no
difference if things run accordingly. That's what
human definitions are - we make the language
that rules this run, and that is therefore how we
view it. All seems right when done by rules.
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On the other hand, in the old wild west was it,
Black Bart used to rob trains? He'd stopped them
along their appointed routes (alas, those rails, they
had no other choice and no place else to travel), and
politely and so silently take everything of which
taking there was. He broke those rules by working
those rules against themselves. A wild horseman
could ride away; these trains could not.
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