Where Lives The Immortal Anarchy?
Only a Talk
Just a tea. Free talk. About life.
“Yes. Good.” Said Master Satan.
“What is today's topic? What?”
Yesterday’s topic. The anarchy.
“Anarchy. Hmm. Illusion. Fiction.”
It’s not that. But need. To be clear.
“To be pure? You feel dirty the life?”
Yes. I see the dramatic and. Death.
“Yes, it will be hellish. No anarchy.”
Why? I don’t understand it. Yours.
“Anarchy, the last way. Last chance.”
People can’t find a way out. Never.
“Yes. Just with help. My one. Only.”
Rational. Anarchy is the way. Paradise.
“Yes. I require spiritual maturity.”
Because the self-governing society
It is controlled by the individual. All.
“Yes! Perfect opinion! Oh, my student!”
I am following your unique only one mind
Oh, my Master. Master of metaphysical life.
“So, where is the perfect word, life? Paradise?”
Where pure lives live. Pure lives. All. Together.
“Who can live there?”
Pure souls.
“So?”
The base of anarchist society is the pure soul.
“So?”
The mature soul. The anarchist individual is
The spiritually mature one.
“What does it mean?”
An anarchist society can’t exist without the right souls.
“And?”
The anarchist society looks similar to Paradise.
“Or Heaven.”
Hmm.
Another planet.
"Hmm.
Maybe."
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