Babble. Babel.
I don't really want to go back to school because it
resembles the Tower of Babel, in that no one understands one
another at all and they're constantly at each other's throats.
But they think they're just defending themselves. From each
other. So. I don't really hate them. (Even though I'm one of
those dangerous loner student types who writes a lot. You know
what that type does.) Mostly I just feel sorry for them. But
I'm one of them, being human and whatnot. Still, I try to be
nice. I try not to give in to the mob mentality. Man is
something that ought to be overcome, right?
Should I go to a Quaker meeting? I'm an atheist. But
Quakers do cool stuff.
Whoever it was who said that they killed your cat in
Berkeley I'm really sorry about that. Fucking pigs. No, I
can't even pretend I hate them. I'm too tired to hate people.
At least People's Park is still there.
I only know that there are a million songs in the world,
godless songs, religious songs, new songs, old songs. To each
his own song.
I am not a radical yet. I know someone who calls himself an
anarchist. That is his song. But how could I call myself
anything while the world is turning? An anarchist? A pacifist?
While there are people who need change, how could I declare,
"THIS IS HOW THINGS MUST CHANGE!"?
That wouldn't make sense.