To walk along the edge of a straight razor and survive...

That is my dream.

Nobody gets it. It's tough believing the truth, but once I opened my eyes, I couldn't stop. People don't see the eminent demise encompassing our false beliefs. I'm writing under a new pseudonym for new perspective. People are afraid to assume other personalities. I am not. It's something I'm experimenting with to gain fuller consciousness. I am playing my own devils activate. Everybody fears questioning their beliefs, but I do it as another person. I do it as William of Occam. When you look around you, and you see that you believe one thing, and everyone believes something else, sometimes you can have doubts. But when I look at myself using Occam's razor, I understand that the simplest explanation for how strong my beliefs are is that I am right. If everybody else understood this, they'd agree.

I'm living in a tent in my backyard now. The basement is full. I know many of my readers wonder what I do all day. The truth is, I visit junkyards for scrap metal. Junkyards are the last bastion of the True Free Market, and the only thing I can endorse for economic activity. Any other exchange is Statist. I know at junkyards everything is off the books, so my transaction doesn't go to support coercive force. I have five old radiators in my basement now, the metal is going to be worth tons.
I picked up a dandy today. Afterwards I walked to Wal-Mart and bought an industrial blow torch so I can do some smelting. I've figured that I can make $5000 off the radiators after smelting the metal, and according to my calculations I'll have enough scrap left over to make a bust of my hero The Mad Monk.

I am certain I am he reincarnated. I am the same man, denouncing the same myths of this flawed economy. Just like with Joseph, history will absolve me. I feel pity for the nonbelievers.