Chances are good that you may understand instinctively what I'm saying. You may—without further elucidation on my part—agree. You may have come to your own conclusions and systems for existing within a framework of hypocrisy, threat, and control. They may be thought out, or they may only reside vaguely in you, a dull sense of disenchantment and denial or independence. An unnamed tangle of volition that remains untouchable by the structures you see fit to adopt in your day to day life. But I suggest you think this out clearly, speak your personal code somewhere, even to yourself, to the wind, into the indigo ears of the universe; make it known, scribble your word into a thirsty palm of parchment, pour your magical elixir of truth into the untouched green cups of the forest. She knows, and will hold them for you. And then, once you know, you will take up more of your own space. And it will feel like your own space.

I reject all and any laws that attempt to control me in ways that I deem unwarranted. Which laws aren't important, and I have no set in mind. I never signed a contract empowered by an agent which I recognize as binding; I never joined a pact, I did nothing but be born into this world, and come to awareness in a land that belongs to no woman or man. In fact, it is a land that was stolen and is even today, held illegally. Again, if your sense of Rightness or Justice hinges on a temporal frame, then enough time may have gone by for you to swallow the pie wholesale. But even the US Government knows and admits that much of the land that "the settlers" wrested from the Indians was done so against laws even it recognizes. And just as the invasion of Iraq will remain a wrongness and a (true) crime—even in 500 years—so will, and does today, the murder and theft perpetrated upon so many humans by those who decided they were on a mission from "GOD" that empowered them to take whatever they wanted and kill whomever stood in their way. And which, heaped upon other audacious and disturbing acts of violence, exploitation, and duplicity, gave birth to "America," and which continue to fuel her voracious and immoral appetites.

I agreed to nothing, I agree to nothing. This is not my dream nor my empire. I signed nothing away, and if I did, the ink is worth not a fraction of one drop of blood spilled from the falling bodies who died behind the name of Manifest Destiny or Freedom on the March®. La sangre sings the song of truth, and our Great Mother Earth remembers all.

So this awareness may not stop me from getting an ID card, or paying a traffic ticket, or getting a college degree. After all, I am pragmatic. Even if I feel a language is a mishmash of broken images and bent-over untruths I will learn it and speak it if that is what the people around me use to communicate. And on the instances where I abide by a law that I find personally odious or indefensible, well. Men with guns (or the idea or threat of them) insure we comply with those ones, for the most part. Even those of us who, inside, do not agree that a moral superiority aims those guns. And so like the Indians of yesterday, we are often ruled by a violence which cannot stand on any true moral ground.

I judge laws one by one, as a situation arises. Just as I will judge what I drink, what I eat, and the safety or toxicity or benefit of any environment. I consider this my right, and the highest law that exists in my awareness. I see this awareness as Truth. This right envelops me, is embodied by me, gives life-force to my cells, gives motion to my frame, and is given shape by my assertion. This law, invested in me along with my consciousness and intelligence and mass, supersedes all others that men or women try to foist upon me, what with all their shameless hypocrisy, foil stamps, bloodstained screeds, signatories, and lengthy and inaccessible phraseology. Let these humans have their fun, legislating this and that and the other. Let them fight the ever-expanding maw of uncertainty that will one day rear up on its hands of red mud, snap off their heads and lay them down like a velvety glass dust mutely lining a cosmic coffin.

I play it by ear, by heart, by feel. Truth is my law, and my truth is one that only I am empowered to recognize.