Where is my enemy? This is your enemy. That is your enemy. This one is without a doubt your enemy. The enemy of the people is your enemy as well. Ah, but do you not yet see, this is the easy… the clear answer? You are not yet truly alive. Words from those who look without seeing. Lazy… Lazy… Lazy… Lazy… You’ll never meet your enemy. You’ll never really live. No, the enemy I am seeking… Perhaps, that is the real enemy. Enemies no longer charge out in helmet and armor, as in days of old. Nowadays they use slide rules, advanced mathematics, and data to make their calculations… And yet, somehow, this sort of enemy does not stir my heart. You fear that upon seizing them, you’ll find you’ve grabbed a decoy, or perhaps even an ally. My enemy is not to be sought. Lest we find ourselves surrounded… No, the enemy I’m waiting for… The enemy is not to be awaited, lest it violate us. No, but one day we will come upon each other. And for that day, my claws, teeth, ears, hands, hair at the ready. When I can call him Enemy! When I can call him My Enemy! I believe that chance will come…
Posted on: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 08:24:29 +0000
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