Maybe we were meant to fight our way through, struggle, claw our way up, scratch for every inch of the way. Maybe we can’t stroll to the music of the lute. We must march to the sound of drums.
–Captain James Tiberius Kirk
Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.
–The Bible, Matthew 7:13-14
In the beginning human life crawled out of the primordial ooze and was horny. But, even before that, it was hungry. Foods, it thought. We need foods.
“How dare you show your back to me!” the computer raged indignantly but passive-aggressively. That must be why it remained silent. It knew damn well what it was doing.
Working. Commit. Execute. Hey, little girl. Wanna see my update?
I don’t know why my computer calls me “little girl” but whatever. I kind of like it.
I often say, “They walk among us.” I don’t think, not even once, I’ve ever meant that as a good thing.
That phrase can pull down all sorts of duty. From time to time its been employed to describe a wide range of people from those too stupid to be alive to those who steal anything that isn’t nailed down and everyone in between.
Today the word “they” refers to the “overly defined boundaries” type of people. These are people who aggressively live life exclusively on their own terms. No matter what. They have no “give” in anything they do. They make no compromises and they make no bones about it. They do things exactly how they want, always, and everyone else can be damned.
Heaven help you if they decide you are in their way.
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