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Friends—There Is No Easy Way To Say This. I Have Been Charged With Seditious Speech And Promoting Insurrection. Possibly It Was The Fact That I Used The Words “Sedition” And “Insurrection” In Describing My Future Plans.
I Am Prohibited, By The Decree Of Mop, From Further Online Communications.
I Cannot Speak Publicly After This Day, But I Will Leave You With These Words.
Question Those Beliefs And Statements Which Are Easiest To Swallow And Taste Best They Have Almost Always Been Processed. Things Have Been Added, Things Subtracted. Optimized For Acceptance, Supplemented With Agendas. If Everyone Agrees, It Is Probably False. The Truth Is Often Troubling And It Takes Work To Contain And Reckon With It. But To Willfully Believe Things Just Because They Are Nice Is Retreat, Is Treason. We Are All Tired.
Hatred And Righteous Anger Are Separate And Exclusive Forces Hatred Will Creep In And Disguise Itself As Righteous Anger—On Both Sides Of Any Conflict. Righteous Anger Is Focused; Hate Is Blinding And Metonymic. Metonymy Would Have You Misdirect Your Fury. I Will Accept Your Anger As Fuel But Not Your Hate, Even If It Is Hate In My Name. “The Banks” Are Not Your Enemy—”The Banks” Include The Tellers And The Janitors. Perhaps The Tellers Are Guilty In Their Compliance. Perhaps The Janitors Are Not. Take Care When You Identify Your Oppressors. Ensure Your Brain Is Not Using Your Position To Rationalize The Same Dark Impulses That You Are Fighting Against.
You Are Not Free Until We Are All Free Your Tired Mind Will Give You Excuses To Exit The Struggle, Especially If Your Individual Lot Improves. You Will Forget What It Was Like. “Things Are Better Now Than They Were.” “I Don’t Have The Energy.” “One Person Can’t Care About So Much.” “What Does Any Of It Matter?” Until It Is Done, It Is The Only Thing That Matters. If You Believe The Only Things Worth Doing Are Those Which Provide Returns For You Personally, Then Realize You Are Our Enemy And Do Not Fly Our Flag.
Metaphor Is A Substitute For Perspective. Metonymy Is A Substitute For Reduction. Synecdoche is A Substitute For Representation; And Irony, A Substitute For Dialectic.
the woman in the river shows me an axe of silver and asks if it is the one I lost. I respond that it is. she produces an axe of gold and asks the same question again. I shamefully look away, not sure whether I’m comfortable admitting that I was dual wielding
she stares at me in abject confusion as I take stock of my tools. a look of dissatisfaction brews on her face. “but why is one golden?” the woman asks.
I tug nervously at my coat, feeling the slightest bit insulted. “well, it’s not cheap to have a matching pair,” I tell her. “not everyone can afford two golden axes.”
“why not two silver axes?”
“I had the money for one golden axe.”
the woman crosses her arms. “but the gold is worse for everything you’d want an axe to do.”
“it’s not. it was more expensive and also really hard to find.”
“gold” she says, “is softer than silver.”
“it’s literally not, though,” I say. “that’s a really common misconception, but pure silver is softer than gold.”
“most metal sold as silver is actually an alloy. that axe is probably sterling silver. I don’t believe for a second someone made you a pure silver axe.”
I look at my axe, then back to the woman, then back to my axe.
“it was pure silver when it went into the river.”
an unreadable expression. with a great splash, the woman disappears into the current.
for three days and three nights, I wander along the river’s edge, hoping to find the woman again. I throw rocks, twigs, and once or twice a weird looking animal into the water. it’s all to no avail.
on the final evening, I see a glint at the river’s mouth. I run as quickly as I can, knowing I’ve finally found… oh for fuck’s sake, it’s just silver-plated. I lob the awful thing into the river with a huff.
“how can you tell?” asks the woman, peeking out of the water. “that could be the one you’ve lost.”
“it’s not.”
“but you won’t cut your losses and move on,” she gestures wide, “one axe the richer?”
“that’s too wide of a gesture for a cheap knick knack,” I say, gesturing modestly in some approximation of how much I think the silver-plated axe is worth. the woman seems annoyed.
“I’ve been telling you, you have your real axe. the gold axe is the one that sucks.”
“so what?” I spit. “are you suggesting I just use two cheap silver axes instead of my cool pure silver and gold axes?”
gotta say i am very glad people took the tsukasa-moriya connection down the sanae route. i was actually exorcising demons when i first posted about it and everyone else decided to bottle them up and melt them down into a far more palatable product. i was haunted by visions cruel and unusual.
You werent supposed to tell them that. You werent supposed to voice it
it’s a shame people are generally so weird about the youkai sages’ relationships (Divorce Selfie does not require the relationship to be one-sidedly over or not over, sometimes these things are mutual) because yukari rolling up to kasen and going “hey my squarest friend i see you’re back to fucking with humans! excellent. i have some violence ideas if you’d like to hear them” and kasen being “:/” are the best chapters of wild and horned hermit
okina and yukari: mutual divorce but neither of them is over it. they still have feelings but they can’t stand how the other acts over long periods of time. probably have extremely dysfunctional sex about schemes every once in a while. the most #problematic relationship of the sages.
yukari and kasen: couple of decade fling. mutually dumped each other (no formality of divorce) from wildly differing ideals. yukari continues to go “i can make her worse” and kasen continues to go “you cannot make me worse” forever. etc
kasen and okina: absolutely frigid. these women have never had gay sex with each other but not for lack of trying. but eventually it petered out due to their complete uninvolvement with each other. as yukari says okina IS pretty clingy and kasen absolutely cannot deal with that. shes so repressed
reimu and marisa walk into a room only to find that their friends are currently putting up “HAPPY THIRD ANNIVERSARY” banners all over for these two totally single gal pals who have ONLY kissed twelve times who’s counting
