Subscribe to YOURSELF.

I share a sense of pity with Mother Nature. It is one that does not coddle the weak, one that does not excuse the unable, or the unwilling. I, like Nature, enforce a policy of survival of the fittest.

I see a parallel between adaptive traits in organisms and social behaviors in people. I think of the artist, creating works from within his own mind to his perception of beauty. He mixes colors and shapes in a way that is pleasing to the eye to both him and his audience. Simply put, he creates.

Another man, a sort of miserable parasite... he copies what he sees the artist doing. He sees the advantages, the benefits that the artist's ability give him. He puts on a facade, a bizarro form of Müllerian mimicry, to attract the same attention. He steals the artist's work! He does not posses the ability to create, so he takes what he likes and uses it. Without the ability to create for himself, to take the idea further, the story stops there.

That man is my enemy. He subscribes to the mind of another instead of his own. Perhaps it is out of laziness... or simply because he lacks the ability to create. Either way, for as long as society coddles him, I will perform the opposite at every chance I get.