work harder, rest less, make your dreams come true

The city's holiday is over and it is once again picking up a frantically urgent and quietly desperate pace, although the mouths of the Angeleno proud will scarcely admit to saying it like that. I’m ambitious, I'm driven, I'm striving to be a better me would be the audible vernacular I would expect. It seems that most people in this city (including myself when I forget all that Christ has said and done) are in hot pursuit of some sort of accomplishment that will proclaim to our hearts that we are okay; that we are indeed human beings and not merely pawns of less than favorable circumstances.

To this thought I respond:

Bow before and worship your work and in the end it will roar triumphantly as the years of its silent abuse finally culminate in a noisy and victorious slaughter. You will know then you have always been a slave.

Happy New Year!