To my brother
you would catch foxfire?
There is something faster than thought
Thought is a kind of fire
We are constantly burning ourselves with thought
Education is an evil we all endure, but it satisfies only a few
A reading habit is good for knowing how to avoid evil
But it satisfies no-one.
Mathematics burns hottest of the thoughts,
But foxfire is not hot, it is not ash or smoke or flame or light
it is something so pure, it has no quality
so pure and so fast
It can run down with you to hell and back without pain
if you can keep up you will leave hell so fast not a hair on your bright tail is singed.

So you want to catch foxfire
Tell the truth just once
Don't carry or bury the lie
Don't pull on the great slave-wheel that keeps our screens alight
Just once, speak what you already know, and then you must run for your life
They will chase you with all they've got
they will try to make you fall
and drag you down to burn for your truth-telling
I will whisper to you the secret of foxfire, and we will be friends.
Speak a word of it somewhere, anywhere
Whisper it to an orange blossom
Sound it inside a cave and let it echo
Scream in from the top of a hill

give it to the nightingale

and her mind-call will inform all good friends of hers,
Run now...
 Run! RUN!
RUN!


RUN!