Ray Johnson stood for one thing, annihilation of the self. This was his last act on Earth, to destroy himself. He is a black hole in The Universe; one of pride, of selfishness, of greed. He did not give off light, but he, like a black hole, even today in this moment, consumes the light of many stars. The mail art network pours forth love into his name; and the soul who belongs to the name, “Ray Johnson,” is not here. He is not here, because he killed himself. And, almost of a certainty, now rests in Hell; and neither receives the love the mail art network pours into him; nor does he give off any love; for it is written of the damned, their tongues blaspheme God night and day in Hell.
You love one who only hates.
The body of Ray Johnson is eaten by worms, and his soul, almost of a certainty is tormented night and day, screaming out words of hatred.
Your idol is shattered.
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