once upon a time, when i was discovering and becoming addicted to the internet, i met a young man called the stranger. if asked, he will deny it, plausibly.
that young man grew up to be a volokian conspirator, and a teacher of will baude, the meterosexual prodigy behind crescatsententia.org.
as time went on, i became a little stranger myself.
the stranger was a scholar, poet, and a guy who dug liberty the way i do.
it seems he may have gotten some of his ideas from this man, milosz.
the torch of liberty passes to new generations. the student has become the master.
one day i woke up and i'd turned into a pink furry critter
