I’d tell people I’m a Marxist and what would they say, that I take my political opinions from a fucking worm? Any semblance of credibility I have would be gone.
People would be like, ‘You think capitalism makes no sense because your little worm told you’ and everyone would laugh. Shit, I’d question everything, whether dialectical materialism is even valid…BECAUSE IT WAS PROPOSED BY A WORM
The Worm loves us. It will always love us, and thus it always has. It winds around the hot heart of our home star. It winds around every infinitesimal loop of genetic information. It provokes a shuddering series of cataclysms in the planetary crust of our home, but when our star grows cold, that cataclysm will warm us. We understand so much more. We will always be what we were going to be, wound tight in the love of the Worm.