Reverence is a sin. I hate the reverent. I hate all revered objects and ideas, such as cancer, high art and the rules of war. Insouciance is the only way to live. Silly people can't make war. They play and fight and both end in laughter, in joy. I'm humbled by the beauty of the everyday without fail. I embrace my childlike glee and gleefully trample childish reverence underfoot. I wake up every morning and the sea itself flows in my veins, and I'm clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars: in my joy I am to be the sole heir of the whole world.
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