T H E E N D C O M M U N E

It reminds me. There is a runestone in the forest around where I came from, a great menhir. It is the stele of existentialism, and it reads:

PASSIONS DEFINE WHO WE ARE / PASSIONS STIR THOUGHT INTO ACTION / WE ARE OUR PASSIONS / PASSIONS ARE MYSTICAL IN ORIGIN AND NATURE / YET PASSIONS ARE POWERFUL AS TO SMASH THE MOUNTAIN / THEY ARE INDEED THE ONLY COMPASS I HAVE YET FOUND WHEN IT COMES TO ORIENTING ONESELF IN THIS WORLD, THIS LIFE, THIS EXISTENCE / DONT BE A PATHETIC DOG / ROUSE THE SURGE OF EXTREMISM WITHIN / FOLLOW THAT WEIRD, STRANGE CAVE SYSTEM INSIDE YOURSELF / THAT WHOSE ENTERING HOLES ARE BELOW THRESHOLDS / ABOLISH LAWS FOR YOURSELF EXCEPT FOR THE ONES YOU HAVE CHOSEN / THERE IS A LAWLESSNESS THRIVING IN INCUBATION WITHIN YOU / SOON THE EGG SHALL HATCH, THAT EGG WHICH IS EMBEDDED SOFTLY BUT RESTLESSLY IN YOUR PASSIONS, AND IN THE VERY DEEPEST VALVES OF THEM / RADICALIZE YOURSELF / ARM YOURSELF / LIVE OUT YOURSELF / LOVE THE OTHER YOU HAVE CHOSEN / KILL YOURSELF IN ECSTASY.