The Law

When people are involved in a capitalistic economy, they should never be expected to be generous to others while the others are engaging in economic activity.

In general, struggle against prominent people is not something that capitalism's economy can fully discourage. It is encouraged. If the opposite is to be primary, it is not only to substitute an imagined economy for the real one, but also must accompany some forgery in the economy. It is to have the image or airs of these people, without any actual need for such people. Indeed, capital sets all people a given task, there is no reason why any should 'succeed.' To posit capitalists a priori as a part of the economy, is to have a fictitious economy.

The economic hence seems in some ways a treacherous terrain, and often reduces 'religions' and so on to subservience. They often veer into liberal or 'reformist' terrain, the most absurd element in capitalism and indeed fitting to them.

Regardless of building a church on a 'firm' foundation, it is important that such a formation toe the line of capitalism. If not, mutual animosity would harm and undermine a group foreign to it. Their unified 'cause' could not be maintained.

While people are in a capitalistic economy, they should not be expected to have any necessary pity for or aversion to others' death. Insofar as they are economic actors, this may benefit them in a competitive atmosphere of mutual animosity. Given the 'bellum omn

A capitalistic situation is averse to many. They will therefore stay at a slight distance from it. Hence, part of people's relation to capitalism is always imaginative. As Christian conservatism and liberalism can attest. This is also a part of capitalism. To relate in this manner is to vacillate, to claim to 'enter' and then immediately recant this for milder terrain when called upon. It is hence to 'enter,' or engage with, then vacillate to an opposite thing due to mildness. In the end, it is 'imaginative,' or strays from its apparent place so much that it is barely there. Nonetheless, this kind of activity is also a necessary part of 'capitalism.'

It cannot truly invalidate that which you have heard of old.

Reptilian Poetry

Prefect

Like the autumn season
the stars light us,
as we walk, alone,
apart,
and the stars will not guide us
together in their dark quiet.

The weeping willow
turns its face upwards
in the cold wind.

Mistflower

Lying in silence
as if to speak,
softly,
in some way.

Lying in silence,
as if to speak,
softly,
in some way.

Lying in silence,
as if to speak,
softly,
in some way.

Path

In the mist,
the wind blows softly as if listening,
the wind blows, though none
ask where.

Silene

Does it speak
if you do not?

Process

The morning star
whispers softly,
then fades out,
to nothing,

as the process of art
should.

Tail

Pretentiously (?), the tail
is left.

The reptile moves away,
you find this.

Like a starlit crucifix, like Rome in years BC,
the tail is left here,
quietly.

Wanderlust

A man walked into the desert, tired and miserable.

In the desert, there were tantalising silhouettes.

In the desert, there were relaxing sand dunes.

In the desert, the shape of sand dunes turned into tantalising silhouettes.

The man could not tell one from the other. He surmised, perhaps the silhouettes lead to rest. The rest, too, leads to silhouettes. Yet he could not then rest nor pursue, but had to voyage on for truth.

In the desert, there were silhouettes by day and night, yet it did not seem to sate this. To tame the desert and its heat, people would give up their need or give themselves up and die.

He turned back, and looked at the city.

All he saw was rest, and the silhouettes. The one melded into the other, as darkness is also license.

In the darkness, he saw the next progression: license.

In the darkness, he saw what this progression conveyed: degeneracy, corruption.

He accepted these things, and so the darkness.

The city lights faded by evening. They formed a sunset dusk, like a pang. It felt like blood before a death.

He watched a distant lizard in the desert, and drew it in deep, black ink.