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Sermons to the Heretics
Today I preach vigorously on nothing.
Consider all acts emphasizing contrast as a practice in baptism. When you love your partner in the musk of sex, with the slits in the blinds being the only source of light to enter your enclosed space, you are under the water. When you clothe yourself and let the sunlight fill everything you are breathing, you are renewed. Sex is baptism. Drunkenness and the following hangover and sobriety all represent an act of baptism. Baptism is the integration of opposite elements into violent harmony. It is the transmutation of crowd noise to silence by the act of doing something extraordinary. Baptism is contrast- the visual and spiritual embodiment of pure change.

When we set the pen to the paper, we ignite it, like a match to a log cabin. In that cabin, we keep all our fears. Every one of our jealousies and sorrows lives in that cabin, along with our belongings and any sense of rationality. So when we write we are all terrorists. And if you're good enough, you'll shake the whole world to ashes. Shakespeare was an arsonist.

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