I tell you you can go through twenty books till you get to the one you should be reading ... or sixty and suddenly three appear ... you could be turning pages or flipping screens and a short written argument will rise up and nip you on the wrist ... something like this ... abortion is eugenics ... sex call her goddess becomes the highest point of meditation in the culture ... she rules with a utile whip ... pleasure is the greatest good ... pain the worst evil ... prod or jerk ... between them we must go till we tire wear out and get recycled ... we grow strong we ripen we go soft ... the last sharp pang or yearning that's what it's all about ... and the pain it's the only obscenity we know ... at the least such vulgar low taste ... at the worst an irretrievable invasion occupation and ruin ... what a fool we would make failing to evade it ... what idiots imbeciles or morons we must be to waste the best we have on anything called a god ... if there's a calling and you can hear it it says you are the god ... with your own hands take the species ... hold it ... mold it ... make it a better
cf benjamin wiker, ten books
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