In other words, if you want to stay dynamic you have to act boldly and decisively. You have to get out in front of the pack and keep the throttle wide open… For however long it takes to win.
There is no such thing as a second-place winner.
God has no patience for losers and neither do I. It’s hard to win. It takes 110%. But all you have to do in order to lose is quit. Just fuckin’ give up. And, as soon as you lose sight of the dream it will evaporate… and you will find yourself in Hell.
All those weaklings, who spend their lives in Hell, deserve to be in Hell. They attract pain and suffering like a magnet… Like attracts like. Losers attract other losers… and they all cluster together and touch each other… and shiver.
The pain and suffering moves in waves through the herd. It is their Destiny. It is their just deserts… Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus and he knows who’s naughty and who’s nice. He’s a jolly old soul, who laughs… at all the weaklings who cry.
To vanquish an enemy you must first shatter his dreams… and, what fragile things are dreams! Whispers floating on thin air. Phantoms in the night. Thoughts without form…
Some people get high because they lack dreams. Some people get high to test the limits of reality. Some people get high so they won’t have to think anymore. Sooner or later… and its usually sooner… you don’t get high anymore - you just get regular. At this point, most people forget that you never "come down" you just get used to it… what you get used to is the transformation of your mind… the death, or birth, of your brain. You realize something that you didn’t realize when you started getting high… namely, that altered mental states are a Rite of Passage. A doorway to another dimension… beyond the present reality… beyond God and Man… from "sanity" to "insanity".
This time and place is THE time and place - there is no other reality. Insanity is the key that opens the secret door… but you need great courage to cross the Threshold.
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