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It's not a brilliant concept, not one first uttered by my lips,
everyone knows that with a broken hand,
it's harder to wipe your own ass,

and it doesnít take long to appreciate
what life was like
without a broken hand

or (in other cases)

a broken leg,
or shall we say, a shattered collar bone;
but what happens, when it's something more serious,
lost vision or hearing, lost smell;

how about a seizure disorder that could be triggered at any moment,
the known, yet
unknown affliction.

You see, each impairment
offers specific insights and specialized appreciation
of every day functions;

but, letís be honest,
that's not what Iím really after;

these peripheral injuries merely
cultivate the seeds for the chosen, the few
that can see beyond their own lives,

that can carry the burdens and ailments, the pains
of all the rest, that are not limited
by personal experience,
not limited

by immediate suffering.

The artist that can reach millions --
lives outside his own world,

he lives in everyone elseís footsteps,
he walks the earth in hundreds of places at once,
living generations at a time.

What I do, to foster creation,
is lay the groundwork
before the genius,
provide the tragic perspective and insight
spurned by the impairment

of human function.

For centuries,
people have tried to accomplish the same
humanistic goals,
but they didnít realize the basic principle,
they used death as
the main motivator. All this time
spent killing

and no one bothered to understand
the process.

Donít you see?
A serious deviation from the norm -- was required,
was absolutely imperative,
thus;

my perfectly planned accidents
force the world to rise from its
lukewarm bath and take notice, as I
sculpt hundreds of awakening minds,
forced to choose a path,
lead by suffering,

lead by pain.
I donít kill --

I wound,

I remove something from the natural equation
and wait to see what grows in its place,
then,

I sit back and wait to see the world
through the new eyes, that I
have given them.

-jonathon shank



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