Preconceptions

Preconception really and truly is nothing less than this: murder. Don't do it; you have the seedlings of the antichrist if you do, and I'm only half-joking. If you label, you limit; if you limit, you negate the ever-changing -- enter the human being. How can you love a person if you limit him to -- yourself? What more is preconception as it relates to those killed by it than a corruptive form of self-relation? It's the stagnant remainder of selflessness dropping off: with preconceptions one is the ugliest egotist: one insists on creating one's own reality; one thereby becomes the enemy of all relational truth. It is weakness incarnated: cowardice essentially, for what easier way to put an end to this individual who is different than you than to label him heretic and move on, breathing your own contaminated air? Yes, yes, you are ahead of me: the church is notorious for shutting itself in on itself, leaving to the cold (in reality, the warmth: everything outside of corruption is warmth) those "blasphemers" who disagree, usually on the pivot-point of jot or tittle. Ah, well, the institution is born, mummifies everything potentially marvelous, and dies -- and continues dying, until the bodies within it, that preach on its behalf, externally by all means apparently alive -- then one looks closer! -- are no more, which is...ah, don't hope for the microscopic.

Give me religion, politics, an infinite array of values -- praised from the eternal past unto the eternal future as shimmering mediums of progress; but if anywhere this involves preconceptions, you must die -- he who lives by the spiritual sword must die by it. You must die -- and I will not save you from your death, so long as insistence boils in your blood. I will not bring before you the most decadent form of religious superficiality, with its "grace" -- its cheap grace -- and pretend (the adherants to cheap grace do have magnificent imaginations!) you are righteous when in reality, through preconception, you are revolting -- no, I will consent to your death, soft-hearted, melancholic, for you have reached even where forgiveness is powerless -- and you will live again! -- If not for the first time!

A heart without obstruction loves -- inexorably, inevitably, involuntarily loves, and loves infinitely, that is, with infinite freedom; and there is no greater antagonist to love than the demon we have before us. It takes a will to love, for the heart is always under the pressure of those invisible monsters that continually seek to stifle it with hatred -- and how is hatred sustained except through its right hand man, the conceptualization of the human being? -- and needs a way to push off such beasts. It takes will -- and will implies pain; thus let us go to war for clear perception, for love -- to war! Noble is the man whose treasure is his own two spiritual eyes.