This is My Rifle; This is My Gun

08.02.2007

In an act of complete boredom, I wrote The Intellectual’s Creed. That killed 5 minutes.
This is my brain. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My brain is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My brain without me is useless. Without my brain, I am useless. I must make my brain smarter. I must think more inteligently than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must outsmart him before he outsmarts me. I will. My brain and myself know that what counts in life are not the ideas thought, the words spoken, nor the good points we make. We know it is the good ideas that count. We will have good ideas. My brain is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its lobes, and its neurons. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage. I will keep my brain sharp and alert, even as I am sharp and alert. We will become part of each other. We will. Before everyone I swear this creed. My brain and myself are the defenders of my world. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, only peace.