"Our job is to inspire freedom, and that includes cognitive freedom. For every mind we free, twelve others will prefer to remain as part of the sheep-herd and within the taxonomies and categorizations that our predecessors inspired. This is not our fault, nor the problem. Twelve more still will decide they've become prematurely enlightened because they found Hot Topic and crap music. This, too, does not mean they are our enemy. We have no enemies. Our goal is to reach one person, for one second and give them a glimpse of the possibilities. Words are weapons: though it is a slow-moving war, it is still a war. Not between the dichotomies and twin dualisms of "us and them," but towards a moment where we can all appear equal on the field and let history - rather than the machinery of society - sort the two out. Should we fail, so be it. Better still than the possibility of never trying. Our writings may be forgotten, and fade with time, but there still exists the possibility that they will remain and inspire others. This is not a chore. It is a labor of love. It is the Game and the only game worth playing.
We cannot yet say, as the Ranters did, that Empire nor the machinery of the State-Church apparatus is undone. We cannot yet say we have come nearly far enough. Bruno burned; as did so many others of our heroes. Our blessing alone is to burn brighter while still standing. This is not revolution; this is just one more task. Still.. It is the only task worth pursuing."
- The Travelogue of Jack Faust. January 3rd, 2006.
(Written for the adherents of the Black Sun, the HedKult, and the Diamond Dogs of Kwan-Lyl prior to the Splintering of the Nomads.)