Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

Chapter 1, Grid 1
If You’re Falling, Jump
Our lives become larger, more expansive, when we include the other as
a part of ourselves; their “meaning” (or will to meaning), is superadded
to our own. This is why I think the dialectic of self and society, (oft
considered a juvenile idea, a dilemma you’ll grow out of, that you will
acclimate yourself to, as a boy who slowly slips into a pool, first his
toes, then his feet, eventually his whole body submerged), is in fact one
of the most crucial issues at any stage of ones life. To agree upon a
joint meaning, one of us must make a concession, inevitably, one of us
must give over to the will of the other. Once, and only once, in my life I
lived for another. Have I ever recovered? And the cost of keeping myself
intact is complete solitude. What you may see of me is not me.
Only my writing, viewed in retrospect from my death, will shed any
light on what I was and what I have done.
— Aleonis De Gabrael
Ken looked as if he was about to fall. A hand rested on his shoulder—
not confining or uncomfortable, but firm nonetheless. There was something
about Ken, a look, a particular manner of speaking, that told you he
wasn’t going to let himself pass through any day unscathed. Only he
knew what sin he was guilty of, what pear he had stolen in his youth, and
what action could provide absolution. His secret was well-kept. Whatever
it was, he let everyone know that he’d never let himself live it down.
“Steady there.” Alexi looked directly into the eyes of his friend. When
he was convinced that Ken was clearly not going to fall over, he let his
hand slip down and rest at his side.
There was a momentary pause wherein everything slowed down and
Alexi looked Ken over and reflected. Ken wore a wide-brimmed felt hat,
probably inspired by watching Stevie Ray Vaughn, and a long black
trench coat. In his thick hands perched a perpetual camel wide. His
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