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The Deserterata

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DESERTERATA

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in Black Rock City. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all Rangers. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Except in the large-scale sound installations, avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. Especially that jerk with the bullhorn, vulgarly requesting oral copulation. If you compare us with other camps, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser Black Rock camps than the Burning Silicon Group. (And all our offshoots---I can't think of any greater ones right now, however).

Gulp, don't sip. Enjoy your lounge as well as your community kitchen. Keep interested in your own career, however humble, it's a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. But hey, quit your job to go to Burning Man!, everybody's doing it. Exercise caution at barter bars, for the world is full of trickery. Beware of small untagged video cameras that may result in private acts posted to public access. But
let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. David Best is one example.

Remember when the giant puppets were just a concept. Consider that of all his children, maybe Larry loves you the most. Be yourself. Then cross-dress and become someone else. Especially do not feign affection. Okay, but only for this week. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass at Xara. Piss clear.

Do not be upset when your girlfriend becomes a "playa dyke". Maybe you SHOULD go to the medical tent? Enjoy the nightly serenade from Costco. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the blinky rave toys of youth. Did you hear about the "insane coprophiliac running wild between storms, taking dumps on people napping out on the playa."?* Well, use the buddy system and don't fall asleep with your mouth open! Watch out for the rouge boners. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden whiteouts. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and dehydration. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a Citizen of Black Rock City, no less than the playa and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be at peace with your irrational metaphysical belief system, whatever you conceive it to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of the Center Camp Cafe, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and kerosene stench, it is still a beautiful world. Don't let it hit the ground. Leave no trace.

Found in Chez Newt's Toxic Amphibian Lounge, BRC, NV, dated 1998
*Rolling Stone, p 116, issue 853, November 9, 2000.
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