“Service”

What is courage of thought?

I am a sinner and would, if it were up to me, fuck shit up worse than it already is!

Wrapped up only in my mind, I must submit to logic. This is what the world teaches me: I have really no right to think—because who do I think I am to challenge impossibility?

2 + 2 = 4, and I have no right outside of that.

How could I be brave against the machine? It does not care about or know what is possible or impossible.

Consciousness—whose algorithm is that?

It is beyond any idea of idea, and I hold it in my heart like a burning bush.

It is beyond courage—it is service. It is submission not to any logical idea but submission to Amor Eterno, which is perfection through practicing and proclaiming it in everything for everyone.