My tribe is old. My tribe is good. My tribe has followed a path of values and virtues. We just made a wrong step somewhere on the way and now those same virtues make us bump into a dead end.
My tribe is confused but they will rather push against this wall forever than turn around and go against everything they value.
The time has come for the traitor and the martyr to kick history out of this local minimum. He'll die to take away my tribe's sins and guilty conscience and then go to heaven. I'll make the bad choice for them and just go to hell.
I hope the wave is high enough.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
The good things that stop us
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