“Ако неко мисли да ће зауставити спровођење закона тиме што ће мене уклонити онда се грдно вара, јер ја нисам систем. Систем ће функционисати и даље и нико неће добити амнестију за злочине тако што ће уклонити једног или два функционера државе.”
-Zoran Dindic
Dreams impassion my mind. Justice brews in my heart. It feels like destiny has chosen me to represent the trodden and oppressed, but it doesn't work that way. Destiny is a false human abstraction much like mythology. In defiance of primitive modern consensus, religion is no more than tomorrow's mythologies -- today.
Why do I bother? What does it matter? It does matter. I've come to realize that it doesn't. But it does: for me. This feels right, this is my calling. Folks tend to lean on crutches like faith and other irrelevancies to sustain their lifestyle and mood, regardless of the fatal logic that exists between "man" and the Book. Masters will always remain masters no matter how sweet or magnificent they portray themselves to be. There is no justice, liberty, or even love under any such regime be it physical or metaphysical. The gimmick is losing its ground.
I am not the system. I am the catalyst.
Here ends my pseudoriginal exercise.