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"Life is lived because we are forced to live it. Then the question arises who made us?" Free will is an illusion to the slave. The rebel is the anarchist dreams of eden where our nature is not deprived. Men acting according to their own will. Laws govern 7 billion people and those that are free from this are in the minority. The governments search for a Utopia but all they do is cause enslavement of their citizens. In a paradoxical way they are the only ones allowed to do as they will. We all want to be kings but in order to do so we must search ourselves outside of laws and domination. Mastery leads to freedom. Mastery of ones interest

Ruben Mares May 5 (6 days ago) to chomsky What are your thoughts on Baltimore and systemic racism Noam Chomsky May 6 (5 days ago) to me Our apologies, but Prof. Chomsky is out of the country for a couple of weeks, and will not be accessing e-mail during his travels. Please re-send your message on or after the 18th of May, if it is still relevant at that time. Sorry for the delay. Best regards, Bev Stohl Asst. to Noam Chomsky From: Ruben Mares [rubenmares@gmail.com] Sent: Tuesday, May 05, 2015 11:40 PM To: Noam Chomsky Subject: Baltimore Ruben Mares May 6 (5 days ago) to Noam It was funner when he had no assistant Noam C

Sensation    Sensation offers no absolutes to the nature of reality. What we feel we observe is perception. With multiple sensations our perception changes from one truth to another. This arrangement is without order but it allows us to see different perceptions without allowing us to be established within them. Logic being the opposite creates a foundation by which a model of reality can sustain itself for a longer time. Logic The logical stream of understanding is in opposition to the effects of the sensational but it is where we are most consistent to explain truths Going from A to B to understand reality. Its analytical way of looking

There is a world inside this soul as it filters through could it be true? Its all the words I've never spoke and here it roars as you poke a hole

We are here for miracles, something that divides us all. In life and reality, scarce is our sanity. Where oh where are the miracles where you are. I'm waiting for something that goes against what I was taught. It goes like boom To hold the world like a glass orb, glittering in my eyes like gold. What was I taught, to separate myself from truth. We are the miracles, strayed away from the physical. We are the miracles We are the miracles Like the tessellations of the stars. Almost as it were beautiful fractal geometry. It symmetry shocks me, for what reason does it follow me. Reality goes boom

Six billion people in the world Unraveling like a curse Enough to affect your life And make you feel less. I live day by day In empty space I've never wept. Just gave up. No one gives a fuck. And they make me fearless. And tearless. And make you feel less. Passing up life, what is it? But strange vibrations in mental calibrations. Ideas are composed of something else rather than what it composes. I can figure it out, I dare. I live day by day. Cursing the heavens and this hell. I dare to be more, and change the world. My sacrifice is my soul.

Walking pass the abandoned buildings. With cracked windows and dirt dreams, oh so sincerely. I could stand there and there but not over there. Meaning is such a discriminate, values are limitless. Letting the world leave them alone. Now nobody can touch us. But its all dead, its all in my head. Its all in the memories as I lay in my bed. What glory, what vanity. I am illiterate in truth.   I can feel the rush as heaven cusps my heart to be.   And I feel the totality. Only the light can make you lust. Let the language die, and let life be alive. Into the shadows we will go. And the darkness will follow from the sky,

The roads are straight on forward, behind me is a bruised sunset. I like the expression on your face, in a world so quite. The roses in your skin, the smell I can't resist. But in my heart is a soul filled with curiosity. In places that fill with luminosity. But you can only see the expression on my face. Only the expression on my face.

Dreams You fall into rem sleep, waiting for your hopes to become real. Only when misery speaks are we enlighten to be. Dreams How far will a man go to see. Dreams My soul seeks

I am God, with eyes and with a nose. I am God, son without a home. Nothing for my heart to desire. Occuping nothing but what is mine. Don't talk to me. You are not God. I created you, you know nothing. What the fuck do you know.