"For this otherworld species or "third sex", les enfants sauvages, fancy and imagination are still undifferentiated. Unbridled PLAY: at one and the same time the source of our art and of all race's rarest eros.
To embrace disorder bot as wellspring of style and voluptuaous storehouse, a fundamental of our alien and occult civilization, our conspiratorial esthetic, our lunatic espionage - this is the action (let's face it) eiter of an artist of some sort, or of a ten or thirteen-year-old.
Children whose clarified senses betray them into a brilliant sorcery of beautiful pleasure reflect something feral and smutty in the natrue of reality itself: natural ontological anarchists, angels of chaos- their gestures and body odors broadcast around them a jungle of presence, a forest of prescience complete with snakes, ninja weapons, turtles, futuristic shamanism, incredible mess, piss, ghosts, sunlight, jerking off, birds' nests and eggs - gleeful aggression against the groan-ups of those Lower Planes so powerless to englobe either destructive epiphanies or creation in the form of antics fragile but sharp enough to slice moonlight.
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So get this: our realization, our liberation depends on theirs - not because we ape the Family, those "misers of love" who hold hostages for a banal future, nor the State which schools us all to sink beneath the event-horizon of a tedious "usefulness" - no - but because we and they, the wild ones, are images of each other, linked and bordered by that silver chain which defines the pale of sensuality, transgression and vision.
We share the same enemies and our means of triumphant escape are also the same: a delirious and obsessive play, powered by the spectral brilliance of the wolves and their children."
from T.A.Z. The Temporary Autonomous Zone, Ontological Anarchy, Poetic Terrorism. by Hakim Bey
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