And in the beginning...

there was light...

...and I saw the light...

...and had no idea where it came from...

...and didn't care, for the light was beautiful...


The light illuminated the world around me, and into my view came other human beings. We gathered, discussed, understood, and cooperated, and it was good.

Then, soon after, persons of mean persuasion came into our sight and tried to join us. But when they joined us, we found that they made things not good, because they wanted to control us. They beseeched us to come from the light and away from our friends and to do greater things in the name of progress, success, and profit. They showed us the world where they had done these things, and we saw it was miserable.

We then cast these persons from amongst us, and forced them to remain outside of our lives, for we saw that the world they would have us create was one mired in misery and hate.

But these persons would not let us be free, and brought war on us. They used the force they had created in the world and brought it to bear down against us. We sought aid elsewhere, and we found societies in the same position as ours, and we found that if we stood together, and attacked these persons of mean persuasion from the shadows we could sometimes return to the light, and see the beautiful world around us.

And in the midst of these mean persons were more like us, but their eyes had been shown up and their ears blocked with lies, so they could barely even perceive their own misery. We looked upon their predicament with great sorrow, and took it upon ourselves to free their eyes and open their ears, and when they did they perceived their misery and fled in horror from the world that they were in. With eagerness, those who had lived their lives in misery joined us.

While we were freeing the oppressed from the persons of mean persuasion, we were constantly asked, "Who are you, that you would so compassionately help us, even in peril of your own life?" And, though we could tell them who we were for each individual, this became tiresome. So we convened a council, and we deliberated. We knew we were different from the persons of mean persuasion, and we were not of the ranks of the oppressed, so for days we deliberated and wrote and considered, until one day somebody said, "Long ago, there was a word that meant uncontrolled and free. The word was Anarchy. So why do we not take this word and make it our own, calling ourselves "anarchists" or "free ones?" With great delight, we took this word and used it as a rally for ourselves, for the oppressed, for all who wanted to be free from control and content in simple life, simple cooperation.

And with this in mind, we continue to fight through the world, dressed in black and moving in the dark, freeing the oppressed and fighting to maintain our freedom from the persons of mean persuasion, so that we can return to the light for brief moments and revel in the beauty of the world and those around us.