There seems to be a category for everything; what cannot be categorized must be culled, isolated, and ultimately destroyed. This is the zeitgeist; except, this dogma isn't really anything new. This has been the way of the world for as long as people inhabited this rock. The only living creatures on planet earth which obsess over categorization are the misguided creatures named with the oxymoron mankind. A Frog is not obsessed with codifying and cataloguing the species' with which it shares the swamp - it only knows it must live. Try to develop a mathematical expression for the effort expended when one tries to force his or herself into a category; now consider the effort of conformity over the course of one's lifetime in the aggregate - it's a ponderous concept.
The iron lifestyle lends itself well to dissent; it's founded on personal power, individual sovereignty, and an appreciation for that which takes years to fashion and mold. Our ethos and culture defy time and category; our strife predates recorded tumult.
On the eighth day people who defy category and time will come together to build something new, something more than the deification of hollow men, something more than the aggrandizement of a technologically propped society whose idols don't live up to their billing. The great untruth is large and powerful and must be defeated; it informs people that elites exist in our society and that they are born or ordained with innate ability and talent which makes them the cream of our society. If one looks around at all of those in the camera's eye, however, we do not see elites.
I'd like to have a place, however small, dedicated to whatever it is within you that doesn't quite fit; bring some of that angst here, drop it off and let us digest it. So let the truth ring out loud - We are all capable of greatness, greatness lives within all of us, elitism is a myth, we are all athletes, this is your wake-up call.
Welcome to the eighth day; make of it what you will.
MACHINE