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Life
To have sat upon the edge of darkness
and gazed into the void of death
absorbing the awesome landscape of finality
where the winding path of life had ascended
carefully
only to find its summit an anthill
among the majestic mountains of possibility
and realize
that this pathetic vista is the final and greatest
is to have fully understood
the
preciousness
of every moment
wasted
in the name of prudence.
Fuck prudence.
Fuck accumulation.
Fuck safety.
Life is a slippery thing
which passes away with every grasp.
Denial of instinct is dull suicide.
Wallow in the baseness of biological being!
Swallow the slime if it brings you pleasure.
Fuck like rabbits.
Pass up no opportunity to be in your fullness.
What would a rose be if it remained a bud?
An acorn or an oak,
What's your choice?
- Stephen R. DeVoy, San Jose, October 25, 1993
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