Humankind and the ways in which it chooses to spend its life span working and playing, loving and hating—it all merges, all of its days merge into a tedious panorama of boredom. History—that old record, playing over and over, repeating itself, repeating itself. Kingdoms, nations, individuals, giving their brief flame to slaughter and more slaughter, to hate and more hate, to pretended loves and pretended friendships, all for the silly gain of a moment's or a century's reassurance to the myth of ego divinity. Human history is a refuse pile of decaying heroes of rotting Humanist morality, all smeared with martyr's vomit.

Humankind lives in its vanity. Its vision has gone bleary and stupefied with the constant vanity game and with the egotistic trance that has replaced the potential logic of mind. Its vanity projects a rose tinted image to pallored, pimpled cheeks, a Hellenic thrust to small busts and lusts, a lovely curve to distended bellies, and attributes a heroic intellect to simple-mindedness and high purpose to a life of trivial pursuits. In other words, it looks in its social mirrors and never sees the truth. And with gut and mind already lethally stuffed with denutritive commercial garbage, it still gurgles needfully at the pitchman's spiel of pop-in-the-oven frozen dinners and pop-in-the-mind solutions to the Human Dilemma.

Yes, Humankind is mad—it's ego is cancerous, malignant, crazed, running amok, worthless to the true cosmic Reality, yet always infinitesimally, greedily precious to itself. One day of nature's purity, one day of clean skies and winds and seas, one such day is worth more than the billions of accumulated life-years of mankind's historical dedication to devastation. Mankind is a rampaging insanity eagerly seeking its own destruction.

Our dreams, our goals, our ambitions, they are ancient, they are historical shams laid on us by generation upon generation of the Old Society, each goal, ambition, dream, dedicated to maintaining the status quo, the established "what is", maintaining the perpetuation of this mass mayhem slaughter of love and beauty and innocence which was our true heritage—kill, destroy, rape and pillage, rape the land, shit in the rivers, poison the sky and sea and all the sweetness and beauty that ever was and might be. Shoot the last eagle, poison the last wolf, bend and coerce the last free mind of the last free born child, turn against your friend, confess to the priest and back to the cosmic rip-off.... Stop! Stop! We must stop.

We must free ourselves of this mad careening course to soulless oblivion. We must abandon the goals of false security: the ''right" education, the "right" pension, the "right" insurance policy, the "right" address, the "right" possessions, the "right" attitude for ourselves, our friends, our children. Abandon them because they are wrong. If we follow the old ways, the ways of the Old Society, our lives slowly sicken, emotionally and physically, and grind slowly to the same halt that our parents and grandparents and all ancestors and all contemporaries have experienced and will continue to experience. "Ye who enter here abandon all hope". Ye who enter this Revolutionary Way abandon all those hopes, all those empty goals and fraudulent ambitions that were laid upon each of us, superimposed upon our psyches. Forget the old dreams and save the dreamer. Find the truth the truth of ourselves—the true, realistic goals of friendship, of love and integrity, of Cosmic Responsibility.

We can no longer question who we are or what we do from the Old Society's point of view—their morals have no bearing on our actions. Morals are philosophic opinions on man's social conduct and the Old Society's social philosophy is: exploit everything for profit. We are in Revolution and Revolutionary situations change too quickly for the Old Society's stagnant rules, its sense of propriety, its codes of ethics, codes of legality or morality to catch up and understand.

We can only be alive by being alive in the moment, letting our attention be in the moment. We cannot give our attention to the Old disOrder chattering away with antiquated morality questions, with passe do's and dont’s.... There is the day and the night and the moon's high flight 'cross the silver night.... and we must save our Heavenly Homestead before all sweetness is dead....