A group of us who are sick of the fragmentary world in which we live have all agreed to use a comnon name. Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed. In constant opposition to one another, now hidden, now open. A figh...
A group of us who are sick of the fragmentary world in which we live have all agreed to use a comnon name. Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed. In constant opposition to one another, now hidden, now open. A fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary re-constitution of society at large, or in restoring the fecund wheel of a universal circus to objective forces
and the imagination of every individual.
...
M.O.I. represents truth to those who look, and Demons to those who rEfuse. To feAr M.O.I. is To fear yourself. To listen to tHe words is confusion, repackaging and marketing to a consumer audience. It resists all forms of reinterpretation into a saleable system of ideas.
