Monday, August 6, 2012


What is your organized Religion, your Education, your Civilized look abroad, and so does your spirit of society, All Men have alined themselves on the improvement of civil society, and yet no human improves.

Civilized Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. It undergoes continual expansion; it is barbarous, it is civilized, it

is christianized it is organized spirituality and politics, it is entertaining, it is rich, it is scientific, it is educating, it is indoctrinating, it is assimilating, it is manufacturing its own consent, it is torturing the innocent nature and its beings with it's civilizing progress; but this expansion is not amelioration, For every thing that is given, something or shell I write most is taken away, the landscape of your dreams have slipped out of the Natural Reality... Society acquires new concepts, and loses natural instincts on its way. What a contrast between the articulate, reading, writing, thinking Euro-American, with a watch, a pencil, and a currency piece of exchange in his pocket, and the half-naked, whose property is a club, a spear, a mat, and an undivided twentieth of a wigwam to sleep under! and yet all this has been acquired by civil man and put into his museums, What more shell you help yourself to? But comparing the health of the two men, and you shall see that the civilized man has lost his aboriginal strength. If the Oppressor turned Exploiter tells us truly, strike the savage with an inverted cross, ( a european sword ) and in a day or two the flesh shall unite and heal as if you struck the blow into soft pitch,(herbal intervention) and the same blow shall send the civilized to his infirmary, but wait a minute theres a drug for that in modern times RIGHT... That was and is being tested on innocent animals for the betterment of civil men!

The civilized built a vehicular... but has lost the use of his legs then feet and his sense of direction. He is supported on crutches, his GPS, but lacks so much support of muscle... of which is replaced by Lard not lord. He has a fine Geneva Time Piece, but he falls short of the skill to tell the hour by the light of day and the 28 overlapping season of a natural reality that gave birth to words that where never written down and that have slipped out of the minds of there tribal descendant.
A Greenwich nautical almanac in his hand, and so being siad... pretentiously confident and sure of the information when he wants it, the civilian in the street does not know a star in the sky and if he pretends he composes a spectacular spectacled, The solstice he does not observe; the equinox he knows as little; and the whole liner calendar of the year is without a mechanism in his mind. His note-books impair his memory, his bibliotheque overloads his wit with cynicism, Cynicism being a clue to the next sentence... The insurance-office increases the number of accidents and it may be a question of whether machinery does not burden his movement; whether he has not... lost by the refinement of some energy lying in a pit of TAR, by a civilian entrenched in his establishments and forms of forums, some vigor of wild virtue. For every Stoic was a Stoic; but in "Civilizedum" where is the Humane?