Those Who Triumph Of the Soul

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Mn is a creature capable of moral perfection, if he but reject the bloodsucking phiolosophical premises with which modern society in its decadance is played. None but the Almighty can but comprehend our travel arrangements, says Yester, who packs his bags the way a Frenchman does her laundry. He came into my office with a case for my Holmsien skills and a worse case of garlic breath. "I want you to fake my death and," he said, "snuggle me out of the city."

I stood before my podium and told him that to reject his own identity as a city-dweller, "is a rejection of self, which cannot stand ultimately without the abolishment of all virtue. We would have to acquire a fake body for him too, so we could get him past the security. I gestured with my cigar and poured another glass of whisky. *So I'll take the case.*

So we went to the swamp to find a body we could pass off as his. There were plenty floating there in this shady district. That's just what socialism does to people - makes 'em wade into the swamp till you've got no spine. With my country trenchcoat wrapped tight over my furry frame so they humans couldn't know what |, "was," we forged outward, out to the Outer Zones where I kept my rustic hut.

Having chosen obscureity in the buxom hills of the countryside as his manner of reaching obscurity with his heart, there frollowed logically the manner of his down-going. For vampires of the soul are just as easily the werewoves of the mind, those who pursue the pair of us before a single week of our hiding was out. We hurried just as neat as you please into my crawfush catching raft so we could get away and catch us some crawdads to boot.

So then the vampires came after us and we were paddling up the stram as fast as we could carry, but they turned into were-morph form and used their thunder power to sink us and then we were in the mayhem water. Why? Why must man insist on using force to impose his will on other swhen to do so involves a denial of the axioms of reality! Doing the vampires as fast as we could with our swords we coiud hustle away only at tarry speed, and that wasnt enough! Truly Yester sayeth unto me that he's learned from his experience as being like the America we used to know, staring into our soles. Ten years before Yester had come to be on a fishing trip that I took him on when he hired me and he hired my boat and he was on vacation from his city job moving chairs for the corporate greed ladder. Back then there'd been no werewolves only the fear that gnawed at him, in the empriness of his soul because as not a whole man appreciating the identicality of existence and the primacy of existence over consciousness he knew only the maddening hope of his empty job. That's why he was fishing. And then why he went to my offrice then years later with this case of his.

Of course he doesn't appreciate that as being an otter, I am a fisher of men, one who tarries deep in the empriness of the soul and thus grappies with the werewolves of the soul struddlig for a full grasp of espestemolorgy. And that meant drawing my sword not only at the vampires but at all the vampires of this world and all that they represent. "Let's get it on," I said, "for all the whole men who are the down-goers and over-goers, 4 reaching far into the hearts of men and the hearts of otters 5, and striking out at the root!" (Mus. 3:4-6, KJV) With the strength stronger than the combined might of the Horde, that is the fully integrated consciousnes, I swong the Keyblade high and brought it down on the nearest werewolf, bashing it to pieces! Another and another fell to my right might and finally Yester took heart, siezing up a salvo and swinging it everywhere with a clang and a crang and a rang-tang-tang! And it made my heart leap.

Later it would be that we went seeking for the Changing Stone, and when we found it he suddenly turned into a hot kangaroo girl and we had bouncing wild orgies all up and down the beaches. Which was an affirmation of righteousness of the self-interest and the power of the human consciousness to affirm reality, even as it shapes us into hot marsupial girls.

Then finally the werevolves were beaten back into the river from whence they'd come, just as all our evils rise up from faulty reasoning of those who lack the power to think rationally. Beside me Yester collected the loot and stuffed it into her pouch so that we could sell it in town for more healing magic. "So" she said, "you were wrong to doubt me when I said that vampires were after me."

And I scoffed, saying, "I never doubted you, but only your ability to form the higher-level epistemical concepts necessary to fully grasp the nature of your enemies. It takes real bravery to fight them when society itself drives you from the city, and the only right thing to do is turn yourt back on the city and its lies and come to live and find the Changing Stone in the country. Do you see now why our simple country-ways are way better?"

And she did! Sure she was at least fifth level, but to give that up for a cause, for the simple life of being wholly integrated for a cause, was worth any struggle against the mystics of taxation and anti-conceptual mentality with their price-gouging laws and open-borders policy. So we lived in that peaceful valley for years, raising out two ottroo kids. Yester wanted to get them ready for wizard school so they could be in Griffindor, but I had met Two, the Ranting Griffin himself, and knew that that path was not for our family.

After all, any belief in magic is a rejection of reason as man's only means of knowlege about the world, which again is a false of the primacy of consciousness. We otters are too wise to fall for that, unlike the stupid humans. But since Yester was a former human she never learned to overcome her human nature against her intrinsicist tendencies. So, with a heavy heart I sighed, "The time has come for us to seek out the changing Stone again so that we can amend your consciousness and be sure that our little ottroos will never darken their minds with socalist thought."

So went again to the temple where we'd put the Stone, behind our moonshine still, guarded by the junkyard. No soonr had we breached the temple walls than the werewolves rose up again, those we hadn't seen since they were dead years ago! Look out yelled Yester! The weres are back for revenge!

"No!" I said, facing them down with a steel eye. "These are but the vampires of the second-order thought process! Mere remnants of perceptual thought!" then I drew my Keyblade again and the fight was on! The werewolves used their thunder again but we used healing and Yester's magic was out for a minute. So we had to run and recharge so I stood atop a junkpile and named our foes for what they were, just anti-integral subjectivists. Badly wounded, I thought back to my days on the farm, and our time relaxing in the shade of our towering marijuana plants and how great thoes days had been. Yester's hand reached for mine across the ages and pulled me up, reminding me of the wild bouncing romps and our days in the laboratory. With this strength in my heart I leaped up and tackled the nearest vampires just as they were fain to disembowel my beloved, cleaving them all at once!

I landed upon the Chancing Stone and felt myself changing, glowing, until all at once I had six limbs and my body had turned into a super centaur otter keyblade swordsman, a titan of industry! Yester goggled at me, "Wow, you look handsome!"

Indeed I did! I posed and flexed for her and she giggled, giving a satisfied grin, and I felt a happy grin on my muzzle too, and for anothert reason. Not only had we saved thecity from the Changing Stone my new transformation epitimized the duality of existence and consciousness and proved that the city folk were wrong with their osha codes for two-legger humans. We were truly superior, and as Yester hugged me and I dragged with her all the way back to our creek and the farm for some fishing, I knew that we had truly had the triumph of the heart and the mind.