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When I finally quit the Institute, I found that my experience there had left me with only one skill: I could take almost any person who thought globally and, quite effortlessly, convert him from being the kind of person who acted locally, into the kind of person who acted meta-cosmically -- which was much more fun, rewarding, and appreciated by matter everywhere. On a good day at this, I could usually con about a hundred people into about 9 or 10 pickup trucks and then rapidly deploy them to major financial institutions all over the world, where we'd pile out at each one, encircle the building, arms linked, then inch slowly, counter-clockwise around it, chanting |
mournfully, "Fuck Money! .... Fuck Money!" -- over and over again, till it collapsed. And then on to the next one and the next one, and then on to the next category of institutions, and the next one and the next one. All those religious and familial and sexual and national ones, and all those institutions of the so-called heart and the so-called mind and the so-called spirit and the so-called soul.
But, eventually, this became an unacceptable behavior in society, and my entire institute experience no longer had market value.
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