If crimes being committed on foreign soil, we watch without being compelled to act ourselves, that when innocent people are held as vagrants.

If you follow what happens on a global scale, the architecture of problem solving. As it is terrorized. As it is hijacked and blindfolded, you are being lead into an involuntary revolutionary cause only it is under attack. The model is outdated. These are sacrilegious individuals that cling to their power. They accumulate wealth and act as if you are inferior. They cry about socialism being evil and unprofitable.

Mirror the capitalist dogma. We'll all be fine. Getting something for nothing = absurd.

It is better to be a slave. (I am captivated to have purged upon myself as one.) Maybe beyond questioning what is faith, what is death, what is it to be or not to be.

This is what I am. This is what people see. They see me. (As irrelevant.) And it doesn't bother me. Why, because I take other things more seriously - it's about pretending what they don't acknowledge. That a rule is broken. All because you failed to take me seriously.

To perform as a slave is obvious. (Proof: Only to god in my private nature am I a slave.) That's all that matters. I will die knowing, knowing that the light I see is the same as someone else's. The mystery of doing philosophy each and everyday. Until death comes. That is my idea of living the good life. Aligning with the cosmos and counting stars as they are born in my private eye. Through language and the worst of my enemies unknown to me. This is why I express what I do. To make myself aware within my inner self. Using words. Words forming in my head become poetry. It takes a wounded soul to master.

Philosophy to me sounds lost to most of an audience not ready to hear it. Read it. (Not to Decipher from what is good.)

To be good in itself. (Is object.)

Philosophy, once made you illiterate to most others illiterate of it. The secret to life is that simple. You comprehend something immediately. It stays with you for life. So I feel I have produced the maximum amount for the maximum good. The secret is found in maximizing what is good. And the mixture of being somewhere else in life, that the idea emerges right in front of you. This is what I call literature. Yes, literature. But not, however, if you think the answer is the slave in me. Maybe some time before you thought you knew me. I presented myself as only a slave (you took my psychology for granted) because I fought to look normal. Because psychologically in this we all are doing the same thing, only in different ways.

- Marco