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I've got no sin to hide, but I'd like to note that all the proceeding is parrhesia.

https://youtu.be/-Po1Lg-qpfk
It improved because it finally started. I've accomplished all of my goals. None of my goals demanded I remain within the bureaucratic or economic systems. That is, I did often desire food and warmth, but I had no desire to buy it. Nomaded, lived as in illegal immigrant in foreign countries. Took lovers and friends. Been exactly who I wanted to be, Felt the firsthand violence of both gentle intimacy and forceful rape. Then became exactly who I'd become wanted to be. Life went on as I experienced the highest severities of my desires and their results, untying the knot of jouissance bit by bit. I exist now having achieved denial of the will-to-life in service to others. Each day is blessed by God's limitless light/love, and He is blessed by mine. I wouldn't want it any other way.
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>I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences. This is an unspeakable torture during which he needs all his faith and superhuman strength, and during which he becomes the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed—and the great learned one!—among men.—For he arrives at the unknown! Because he has cultivated his own soul—which was rich to begin with – more than any other man! He reaches the unknown; and even if, crazed, he ends up by losing the understanding of his visions, at least he has seen them! Let him die charging through those unutterable, unnameable things: other horrible workers will come; they will begin from the horizons where he has succumbed! -Arthur Rimbaud

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