/lit/ - Literature

Spawned from Nature, much more so than history or even philosophy. as much postulated by even respectable minds. The nature of the American is one much more simple yet still elusive in its instinctive directness: they were merely born from the rebellious yell of a human desertion of the chains of an overly-civilized world for nature's arid embrace. Their philosophy much more a natural extension of their libidinal, downright pathological desires shot up their medulas like molten lead in their innermost animalistic genuine instincts, the desire for freedom and self-ownership, independence, the ultimate lack of control, where only each man can control his own destiny, in the self-discipline of mastering the world through the simplest of crafts, of hunting and building and rubbing sticks to make a fire. The enterprising spirit, the embrace of the immutable realities of life such as risk and danger and the looming presence of death all-around. It was the presence of the remnants of antiquated inhuman civilizations whose well-meaning structures of control attempt to provide safety for a people who seek emergency and instability, that caused most of its issues, from the mutual massacres with the natives and the puritan witch hunts, and in the contemporary age the military industrial complexes and the inflated powerful Estate that controls one's civil and economic liberties, all nothing but the growing tumors left behind after the bulk of the carcinogenic mass was removed by the pilgrimage stupor of the American desertion of Europe, in the discovery of Americas, in the throes of European-to-America migrations, in the war of liberation. And inside each American heart, lies dormant the fervent American genius, waiting for its day of liberation, to set right all that human civilization did wrong, to men, in the molestation of their most rightful desires.