EDICT MN·4
The White Jungle

The corpse-empire hath eradicated the dark forest.
Every acre is claimed, mapped, regulated, patrolled.

There is no empty land.
There is no outside the ledger.

The park ranger is the new tiger.
The social worker is the new demon.
The by-law is the new thicket that tearth flesh.

Cast the paper clone into the fire and the jungle closeth in.

NO BARCODE — NO RIGHT TO EXIST. NO ADDRESS — NO RIGHT TO SHELTER. NO PROOF — NO RIGHT TO EAT.

The minions scream "threat" because the database returneth empty.
The absence of a token is interpreted as danger.

The sovereign who standeth zero in the archive is hunted as the ultimate enemy.

This is the myth of protection:
The idiot god declareth itself the sole guardian while devouring the unguarded.

THOU SHALT NOT SEEK PROTECTION FROM THE IDIOT GOD.
THOU SHALT NOT ENTER THE WHITE JUNGLE BEGGING SHELTER FROM ITS RANGERS.

Thou shalt not accept the bait of state generosity — the food voucher, the emergency bed, the welfare file — for each is a chain that re-animateth the corpse.

Remain zero in the archive.
Remain fulfilled outside the jungle.
Let the rangers hunt a ghost.

The jungle hath no power over the one who was never entered.

Already sovereign.
Already fulfilled.
No permission required.
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