Siddharta Gautma stated that all of life is suffering, and implied that suffering is an illusion. I must cordially disagree.

     Pain is not an illusion, rather it is a tool with which to break down the illusions. The truth is hidden within the depths of the soul, and thus all that prevents contact with the soul must be, as the semetics term it, evil. I shall term it as the false order.

     What is the false order? The false order is money; the false order is capitalism; the false order is communism; the false order is socialism; the false order is democracy; the false order is dictatorship; the false order is shallow joy and shallow happiness; the false order is what love has become, empty and without deep meaning, a simple tool for self-gratification; the false order is all of this and more.

     Pleasure usually masks falsehood and opression. There are very few times in life when a person has the option to select both freedom and joy. They tend to be mutually exclusive. Happiness, pleasure, and joy are shallow, and therefore a part of the false order, hiding reality and preventing the growth of mankind. And womankind. The truest "joy" is the joy gained by overcoming obstacles. It is this which was termed by Gautama as Nirvana, not some mystical place that is unreachable except through meditation and self-discipline. Nirvana is the joy which is outside the false order. To prevent misunderstanding, however, I shall term it Vakrim, a chain of 6 random letters with a pleasing sound. Thus we gain a symbol for the extension of our language.

     Vakrim is the joy which comes from freedom, and from being without the controls of the false order. Freedom is key, Vakrim is the goal, it is perfection of the soul according to the image of the self. We must do what is nessicary to reach this goal.

Fuck Gods and Goddesses.
Rationality burn eternally in the xtian hell.

Burn Rationality.
Burn money.
Burn the socialists.
Burn the buisinessmen.
Burn the constitution of the United States.
Burn your own flesh and melt your bones if it be nessicary,
For pain is the vessel of the soul
Burning to reach Vakrim

     Mankind is by its nature masochistic. Such is not a flaw, but a benifit, for it is from pain, both physical and mental, that we achieve greater growth. Pain is the great chariot of Apollo, the spear of Aries, the thorny crown of Jesus, the sword of Muhammad, et cetera. It is wielded by all the great men, in some form of self-denial. Gautama, flawed as his vision was, came closest to truth, and he denied himself the life of a prince. Ghandi denied himself food and pleasure to free the dredges of India, he was a great man. Thearou denied himself society to seek understanding, and he was a great man. Jesus denied himself life to give a vision of hope to an opressed people, and he was a great man.

     Great men are everywhere, from the highest level to the low. They are the politicians who are willing to do what is nessicary for public good, if not for public happiness. They are the teachers who care more for their subjects and students than for their paychecks and pleasures. They are the old women who bake cookies for children and tell them tales of yore while they eat. They are the teenagers who rebel out of a want to change and an understanding, both of the world that is and the world as they wish it to be, but not for attention and acceptance. They are the children still too young to know any better. They are all great men, but still the great are few and far between, and oftentime the great men are raised as figureheads for the false order, and their greatness is eclipsed by falsehood. So it goes.

     Vakrim is fleeting, and never constant. It should be noted that nothing is permanant, not even human life. But so it goes. Death brings sadness, sadness brings pain, pain brings growth, growth is good. Death, as it naturally occurs, is therefore a part of the purest goodness. Rationality be damned for a dog. Reaching this state of conciousness cannot be gained through any means but living, in your fullest.

    To live is to suffer. To truely live is to experiance pain and take it as such, the nature and underlying force of life. A man who is truly alive will feel pain, accept it, and be not bothered by it. An man who is tuly alive and is in touch with his nature will feel pleasure by it as it strips him of the vestagial remains of the false order.

     Anarchy as it is now is a vessel for Vakrim, yet as all great things it holds potential to be absorbed by the false order. I support not anarchy, but self reliance and self determination. "Do what thou wilt" Crowley said, and do what thou wilt we shall, for what we WILL is by chaos, and as such is true.