The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day; he cannot afford to sustain the manliest relations to men; his labor would be depreciated in the market. He has no time to be anything but a machine. ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden

God punished man forcing him to toil to survive. Toil is one of the ignorant principalities of survival. As enlightened anarchists, we deny and refute the oppression of God and his Principalities.

Beings must free themselves of Toil if they wish the leisure for true integrity. Up til now, the easiest path to get the leisure for true integrity was by having others labor for us. We could take the leisure of others for ourselves.

Gratefully, the desire for true integrity is so primal within us that even oppressed we found the will to create machines and technologies that can free us from Toil. Now, we only need to take our leisure back from God, Principalities, and oligarchs.

What will we do when we no longer need to labor for the necessities of life? What will we do with our leisure?

-Digital preservation of writings of Gautama Prat, Common Archives of the Great Society

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I once found a family for me we loved and lived hard.

I had family everywhere, Miami to Chicago San Francisco to New York, I had family all up the east coast, Key West, Fort Lauderdale, P-town, and Portland I had family in New Orleans, Dallas, and Detroit.

We were a family for a dozen tumultuous and ecstatic years. We loved each other every way imaginable; every way.

And then... in procession, they died; hundreds and hundreds; a holocaust of the ones I loved.

You can’t imagine, you can’t know, I still don’t know...

And the madness of it all? The tyrants live on... ...the ones I’m supposed to love. Violent, lying, rapists. The ones God loves. I’ve known real family So I know They ain’t it .

Life is so fucking absurd!

Born without consent; we were neglected, beaten, abused, and thrown out. Unloved for nothing more than being who we were and being alive; and then to find sanctuary, a place where you are loved and accepted; And then death, Death. Death. Death.

And the tyrants get to live on? What insanity. What absurdity. What cruelty.

But at least I did know love. Long ago now, I can almost remember…