Salt and Tear

The beach is a symbol of change, the zone of transition from earthen limits to open sea, and the sea, in all its vastness, its voluminous depth, is a symbol of truth. The Sea of Truth… Truth is sacred. It courses through you, perfuses you, pervades your every being…

IT IS NOT FOR SALE.

Peddlers of partial truth, who make it their business, who build empires of wealth upon spiritual platitude, are spiritual perverts. Traitors. Do not buy what they sell. They have inverted divine paradigm to turn a dime. Don’t give them a single cent. Lincoln died to free the slaves. Don’t give them ascent.

…$he $ells $ee $hells, buy the $ee $ure…

You won’t see a damn thing. Till it’s too late. They’ll seduce you with useless baubles and fake sing-song manna from the heavens while robbing you blind. Worse, you will have submitted to them, become a symbolic extra in their movie, in their Holy-word American dream, complete with Malibu mansion, their will to power garbed in garbled truth.

And far away, far from shore and far from ear, the Winds of Truth will whip and wail, salt and tear…

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