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Monday, February 03, 2020

know thyselves (ad infinitum)

Conformity
is personal integrity at a societal level.
And therefore monstrous and wrong,
or at the very least criminally
and medically inadvisable - as
in order to unjustly anthropomorphize
and reify society in one being,
we must perforce submit to
a mass self-diagnosis as
the worst case of multiple
personality disorder
on record or imaginable, and worse -
a case attempting to pass
as socialized, rather than
radically, incurably, irreconcilably
dissociated. Imagine
of how many minds we would have

to be
on every
decision we had
to contemplate, combatively
and endlessly. Well,

we pretty much are! But at least

we have integrity. Some of us.
On a personal level, integrity
is self-conformity. A much overpraised,
undervalued and unpracticed virtue. I myself

even (pissing hypocrite!) am very much
a self-noncomformist, and what's more
- entirely unprincipled. Almost. I suppose
my principled stance of anti-principle
counts as at least a credo, and therefore
counts. But the point is,

I am as strong as a can of spinach,
and I yam what I yam.

Please yourself, that's
your business. One's own
always is.

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