Tradition? Beliefs? Superstition?
Please.
Yes, the followers, the fervent Ryconoclasts, they are legion...even if many of them don’t yet exist in the traditional sense. However, the way in which they DO exist far outweighs any dialogue, any argument, as to their ethereal validity.
Ryconoclasts exist in the same way acrimony, or reverence, or enervation exists: as a feeling culled from the experience of feelings past.
There are no Ryconoclasts without emotion, without some incredible combination of agitation and acceptance; the red shirts of malevolence tumbling in with the white socks of benevolence create a washing-machine soapy with Ryconoclasm, and that frothy discharge is an agent of Change - of breaking down the barriers of traditionalocity and superstitiality for our collective stroll into Ryantology.
There is an old adage that we as Ryconoclasts hold dear, and it goes thusly:
"You can lie to your friends, and you can lie to yourself, but don’t lie to a Ryconoclast"
At inception, this proverb was much less threatening when escaping the lips of an infant in the cataclysmic year 1976, and though it remains less an exhortation than a urging, the vigorousness of its message stands as a testament to Ryantology’s inherent inclusionary beauty; Ryconoclasts know what you mean...you don’t have to fabricate an excuse to pretend otherwise.
It’s fine.
Sometimes, like everyone who shares this Lived Life with you, we’re just looking for a hearty "thank you". And, though Ryconoclasts are the harbingers of a capricious journey through the LabRYinth that is Ryantology, we need a little love.
Ryconoclast. Ryantology. Love.
Think about it.
Ryconoclasts do.
