Por Qué Me Retiré Del Vicio

¡Don Beto, Don Beeeto! ¡Ya tengo religión!*

(Saludos a Tragic Hero)

Se llama la Iglesia del Misticismo Escéptico, también conocida como el Templo de la Fé Irónica, también conocida como los Compañeros del Nihilismo Compasivo, también conocida como la Hermandad del Brother Void.

Más información aquí.

Y ahora, un fragmento de "Daily Afflictions", el Sagrado Texto de Brother Void por el cual se rige Nuestra Iglesia.

LIVING AS A WORK OF ART

"The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is."
- Willa Cather.

Many of us imagine living as a work of art, but few consider the difficulties. First, you must dig down deep to where your inner artist lies trapped in a spirit-crushing day job. Having unearthed your unruly visons, you must then be willing to suffer for them. You must consent to be a rough draft much of the time. You must be prepared to destroy yourself in order to create yourself anew. You must revel in the hardness of your hammer, showing no pity to the forsaken shards littering the drop-cloth of your life. Finally, having offered yourself up as the willing clay of your own imagination, you must note, with some chagrin, that your inner artist is a drunken, moody son-of-a-bitch.

I am a difficult canvas.

* Traida hasta ustedes gracias a la gentil inspiración de Hugo.