The other day I was visiting a far off destination from some time in my past when suddenly the idea struck me I should use my various abilities to infiltrate and destroy the FSB. As usual, my efforts began and ended with Vlad. Over the years of trying to annihilate the FSB I've gained a great deal of respect for Vlad's calculating mystique. Vlad has always proven to be an excellent arch_enemy both because of his high intelligence and the relative proximity to Asia Minor.
The general opinion is that my efforts against the FSB are usually unsuccessful. The most recent attempt in memory resulted in my being accosted by Vlad's USA avatars. If you don't believe in avatars, then you're probably justified not believing in avatars. At any rate it was a highly unusual occurrence with many police cars visiting me while I walked around at my apartment complex. Various resemblance to Vlad set off alarm bells, and as usual I assumed Vlad was once again free on American soil. Most people disregard my opinions about Vlad, Vladmir's Offering, and Vlad's capacities as a werewolf. Surprisingly there are some few people who tend to agree with me that Vlad is probably a werewolf.
Anyway, I was walking around in the parking lot some miles from here, using the same techniques I usually use. Fighting Vlad, escorting Muhammad, etc. Things were going better than usual for a short time.
I was driving my Japanese Made Car down the ROAD. I was preparing for my big journey to Philidelphia.
Suddenly I decided to kill myself by defeating Vlad, Hu Jintao, President Salman bin Abdulaziz, Xi Jinping, and all CIA defectors at the same instant. I was pretty successful, in my opinion. Necessarily the trip to Philidelphia was cancelled.
I was driving from here to here and my car teleported 1/2 mile and then went in the opposite direction before a long and directed chase scene involving a red Corvette and Muhammad. Muhammad is still illegal where I live. Apologies in advance.
The first person to comment is never the ideal candidate. No. On the other hand, the first person to comment always has the most valuable insight. Often this means staying awake at all hours. Contemplating the universal, the contingent. When we are most vulnerable to the idea of the universal we are least ourselves. This is the natural order. The first person to comment imperils himself or herself. The first person to comment carries a burden far more substantial than the second or third person to comment.
The universal and the contingent are seldom of interest. The more we observe the contingent the less comfortable we are dealing with the universal. Eventually the universe converges, collapses, expands, contradicts and annihilates upon acquiescing to a moral state. There is nothing to be had in this sort of unprecedented mitigation. On the contrary, as we are favored in saying, the moral state is not one to be held desirous or anything short of imperiling. Do we want to simply delete this chapter for instance is a question often arising from the moral state of consciousness. Ideally when a chapter is deleted we are held responsible for the act of altering the universal and combining an aesthetic contingent. This is obviously not ideal.
As we travel closer to a more imperiled universal we are dwelling temporarily in the present state of material consciousness. The further we travel in this direction or in that direction, the further in short to one spot or another the less we are like ourselves. The more we are contingent. We cannot risk this level of contingency or self-annihilation. The morale of this short story is that we are imperiled beyond our wildest dreams at every moment.
To be so imperiled is to lead the transitory life of a charlatan, the bourgeoisie flagalence pervades and critiques us most efficaciously. The more concerned we are with this sort of myriad reaction. This is obviously not ideal.