live in trhe moment of the rep
Fucks sake do these people have nothing else in their lives?
If only you had wedded consciousness to flesh in perfect harmony, allowed the iron to resound with your defiance, nourished yourself with the hidden diet wisdom of Bhanks—not as imitation but as incarnation— and surrendered to the guidance of Wes—he who carries two thousand years of wisdom as though it were a torch—you would not merely aspire to be pro. You would stand there already, as if destiny itself had no other choice.
