I don’t know why but for some weeks — maybe even for a number of months — I’ve had this “nothing to lose and everything to live for” feeling. It has come upon me as I’ve wandered on clifftops, looked into the faces of lost souls in the street, loved as if there is no tomorrow and seen through the schemes of gamesters. It’s like I’m standing on the edge of a friendly but mysterious and deliciously-threatening ocean in which I love to swim. It means I can allow myself to do the most outrageous things imaginable, to say whatever the hell I want to anyone and be damned. (Though I do it all with love). And if anyone wants to wallow in disapproval then tough shit. They’re gone. I don’t want anyone around me, or to be involved with anyone, who can’t think for themselves and go out on a limb with me. Away with all killjoys, cowards, drag-downs, hypocrites, bores, pedlars of mediocrity, ditherers, truth-twisters, yawn-makers, those who never cry and those who fall for the Lie. If you don’t have wings (or, if you don’t have any yet, if don’t want to fly on my back), goodbye. I seek out people with a vision and a twinkle of adventure in their eye and a do-it-or-be-damned in their sigh. (Though I will always scoop up in my arms the weak, the oppressed, the hurting, the afflicted, the lonely and all those who are ignorant but want to learn). Life is too short for anything else…

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