I would like to do so much more for this effort, and part of me wishes I wouldn’t have waited until I was on my last leg to actually start writing this down, but I will know satisfaction in my offering as long as my audience knows its place in finishing this work so incomplete. Therefore I urge you to not become so fixated on the voids in my exposition that you fail to notice the usable parts that may be extracted and tweaked and polished unto pertinence. This is not some infallible commandment to be followed without question and deviation, nor is it a completed handbook unable to be improved upon, but a simple, albeit sincere seed which will require water and light and may grow and be taken in any direction at all by those who succeed me.

Here you have but a glorified bar-top rant from a man who knows that he will be gone from this world by the time that most of you even hear of my name—and knowing of my circumstances will allow you to put my words into their appropriate perspective, being that I speak to you with all the desperation of a dying man forced to contend in every second with the relationship he maintains with this earth and its inhabitants. The dying are often characterized by their reflective nature and their willingness to access their hopes and regrets alike. I was fortunate that I got to spend so much of my time on that bed of inevitability, swimming in a pool of my own desperate reflections for years on end; and I was fortunate that I contained the ability to be able to put all that I was feeling into words that these feelings and insights might be understood by those who follow.

My circumstances have informed the structure of this project to a significant degree, in that while most such entities are laid out in mind of the author’s own self-interest, thereby tainting the integrity of the work, I have no objective but to create the strongest foundation that I can manage with whatever creativity and foresight I contain—all while knowing that I will never get to experience it myself. My circumstances have likewise contributed to my willingness to be so open with the public regarding my motives and aims. I have absolutely no qualms about publishing this text for all to see, approaching all things with the belief that if one is engaging in acts that must be hidden from the view of the public then the virtue of those acts must be called into question and, in most cases, brought to a stop. This policy has informed my life and my output, which are homogenous, for I am as my utterances depict and I conceal no shameful actions, attitudes or motivations from view of the world. It is likely not in the best interest of Comprachicos as a collective entity to continue on indefinitely under such a transparent roof, yet I do feel strongly about this particular text being made readily available to one and all—both in the name of transparency and in seeing to it that we are kept accountable not only unto ourselves as a collective, but unto all whom we encounter in society, who shall be made aware of the causes for which we stand and the promises upon which we were founded.


I come before you with no ill or hidden intentions. And if any of the points that I am proposing rub you the wrong way, or if it seems that I failed to think a particular point through, know you are free to discard those little burnt bits from the plate—whatever it takes for you to enjoy the feast that I have prepared for you (assuming that it doesn’t go against the foundational elements upon which this collective was born). I don’t claim to have the fullest, most perfect understanding of the population and its needs, although I do feel strongly about its welfare and the points that I am making. At the end of the day I am but a man attempting to plant trees in the desert. I cannot predict, at this point, what will be my reception, or if my efforts will be successful at all, but I do know that a success as such would have far-reaching ripples—ripples far larger in size than anything that I could ever achieve by my own strength. For you must bear in mind that Comprachicos exists even now in a state of immaturity and is yet to take on its most realized form; and so to consider that many of our most respected modern-day collectives and similar started out as little more than a joke or an attempt at ruffling feathers, I would say that this has a lot going for it right out of the gate.

With an approach that is informed by equal parts empathy, rational analysis and artistic ingenuity, I convey to you a powerful and sympathetic image which does not rely on shock and terror or contribute to the ever-growing polarities among our sphere, but forces us to abandon our conceptions of ‘goodness versus evil’ and ‘us versus them’ so as to see beyond the acts in our midst and realize them as cries of a desperate and emotionally-choked population begging to see its perceptions affirmed and its safety assured. Whether is it the wealth-hoarders or the dissociated zealots or the screaming hippies, all are seeking after the self-same set of comforts in this life. I think that our population understands this on a basic level even when it is harder to apply it to our interactions, yet through Comprachicos shall we seek to bring this sympathetic reality to life in ways that can no longer be discarded as irrelevant unto the individual. And is there any picture more sympathetic than that of a child, wholly defenseless and forced to drink from whichever cup they are offered? And is this picture not enough, on its own, to keep us fueled and motivated amid the long and arduous battle that lies ahead of us?

All my proclamations I proclaim in love and all my offerings I offer in love—not the nominal love of the concordians who are beholden only to security and hugs and will abandon their ‘love’ when it implicates sacrifice and risk. I am deeply enamored with the potential of our species. I am deeply enamored with this existence, this opportunity and the will to potentiate and preserve it for those who surround and succeed me. So I have made my focus the health of our collective hearts and minds, believing this to be the sole means by which progress is made possible, whereas all else falls naturally into place when humanity is functioning at healthy levels. Therefore, I would be morbidly upset to see my ideals taken and perverted into a vehicle for immaturity and hateful intentions and I must trust that there will come those in my wake, believing also in these ideals, who will work to oust and expose anyone whose actions or intentions tarnish this offering, exorcising the demon with simplest sayings: unhealthy means cannot be used to create healthy ends.

I give these blueprints over to the public, as with many other powerful tools found within my personal archives, willing that my audience should find inspiration in these things as I have found inspiration in the potentiality of existence; willing that you should feel even the slightest wave of heat from the fire that consumes me now and tomorrow. And it is in the interest of healing that I encourage my audience to disseminate these ideals among themselves and among those whom they trust so that humanity can be given a clear image of its capacity—inherent and indomitable.

My dreams go on further still, but my word is done and you must make of my heaving what you will. Thus, with my heart still warm, I commemorate the birth of the Comprachicos, or child-buyers, saying:

If it is in the nature of the infantile mind to give itself up to the highest bidder, then let goodness outbid greed on this still-young earth, and let us seek neither to enfeeble, nor to create dependencies in the children, but to liberate them from us and themselves.

MAGIS QVAM ANTE,
Choir Korneli Leviyey