04-Beast

The Beast

“There is a slavering beast devouring the minds of man.” – Ayn Rand

Oh great and sagacious, munificent, all seeing, all knowing master of wisdom how may I find your name and address so that I may bask in your glory? It doesn’t Google.” You may humbly ask. My friends call me Loco (enemies too for that matter except they use a lower case l) and the cops can read my name and address off my drivers license. You, however, may call me master. I can’t give that out. It is part of being centered. If the purpose of any deed is to obtain self aggrandizement it is closed. Self gratification is only a form of mental masturbation and accomplishes nothing. One must keep ones motives pure to assure that one is doing the right thing for the right reason, at the right time. Only zombies practice mental masturbation. It’s a lot of fun, but nothing is accomplished. And the abyss always returns.

Two of the clues are to be found in the works of the following contemporary literary masters.

Ayn Rand, Fountainhead on “The slavering beast devouring the minds of men”

“To me–it’s being left, unarmed, in a sealed cell with a drooling beast of prey or a maniac who’s had some disease that’s eaten his brain out. You’d have nothing then but your voice–your voice and your thought. You’d scream to that creature why it should not touch you, you’d have the most eloquent words, the unanswerable words, you’d become the vessel of the absolute truth. And you’d see living eyes watching you and you’d know that the thing can’t hear you, that it can’t be reached, not reached, not in any way, yet it’s breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of its own. That’s horror. Well, that’s what’s hanging over the world, prowling somewhere through mankind, that same thing, something closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of its own. I don’t think I’m a coward, but I’m afraid of it. And that’s all I know–only that it exists. I don’t know its purpose, I don’t know its nature.”

el Loco Gringo, Centering on “the hole in the soul”

“The un-centered frighten me, I don’t know where they are coming from. The have no moral compass. How can they know where they’re going? Instead of a center, There is an abyss, a hole in the soul, if you will. No matter what arguments you use, no matter the facts, logic, morality. All attempts at communication fall into the abyss. They pretend to be human. They are the living un-dead. They are zombies. A walking caricature of a human that wants to eat my brain. Like the Golem, they have no soul. It is the Abyss, it is evil. Seek the “key to ANN””

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