This is NOT a story about a bear. This was NEVER a story about a bear, and certainly not a bear with wings (I’ve got no time for fairytales these days).

This is the story about a man. The man just wanted to find a way to live.

This is the story about the American Dream. This is a story about the boy-turned-soldier who was destroyed by it, and the addict who couldn’t be consoled by it. Are you sure you’re still not a prisoner now, Freebear?

- ‘Lightness’ –

It’s a strange thing is ‘lightness’: the burden of fragility with its threat of futility. Some see one and accept the other. The boy-turned-soldier saw the fragility of life as he witnessed the carnage of modern warfare. Doctrines of strength and empowerment are of no use when you are stuck in a hole and you’re staring at man with an RPG pointed right at you.

Now that’s a real ‘fight or flight’ moment.

Hope is the quintessential human strength in the face of its inherent futility. This is ‘lightness’: the burden not that there is no meaning, but the burden of not being able to construct a meaning.

I hate to be the one to tell you this, Freebear, but you’re still locked inside that cage. But it’s okay, I’m going to smash that yoke for you, and humility will become you; humility in the face of your own mocking arrogance.

Do you think that because you bribed the secretary and stole a peek at my personnel file that you know me; that you have me all sussed out? Do you think that because I make throwaway references to Nietzsche that you can extrapolate synthetic a priori truths about me? You know jot about me, who I am, where I come from, what motivates me, what has shaped me into the being I am today. There is no need for me to illuminate, because everything that you need to know about me you will know at the very moment the referee has counted to three with your shoulders pinned under the weight of my body.

Now if you’d read your Nietzsche, Freebear; nay, if you comprehended Nietzsche, Freebear, you’d know he was a man who believed that action defines a man, not the concepts he carries around in his pockets. You’re coming to Meltdown to fight the concept; I’m going to Meltdown to fight the man: the man who calls himself a bear and thinks he can fly. And you mock me!

I am not a philosopher, not least according to your criteria, nor do I wish to be. I’ve had my fair share of fuzz-headed ideas. I’m a man of action now.

You write your book, Freebear. Write it over and over until it hurts and you’ve convinced yourself of the validity of your own verbal testimony. You keep your dreams, and I’ll take the reality of the more focussed, more determined, better prepared and hungrier, no pun intended, competitor claiming the prize. My actions will speak louder than your words; the rest, as they say, will be a matter of the eternal recurrence of history.

- Liberation Theory –

Escape. Release. Salvation. Heaven. Moksha. Nirvana.

All variants of the same theme. I’m in search of liberation myself, but from the ‘lightness’ of being. But I’m not talking of some abstract concept; concepts do not drive men into nihilism, Freebear.

But you don’t get it, do you? Because you think I refer to a concept, or some abstract notion of the meaninglessness of all of this. Hey stupid, why am I still playing the game?

Liberation is not escape through self-destruction, a kind of self-serving abject nihilism. But you seem to think this is exactly what it is!

Yet, why should I expect more from a bear who leapt from the cage into a yoke of his own making? It’s liberation in the Camusian sense.

(Now I know y’all just love these philosophical references)

I’m playing the game, and I’m going to beat the game at its own game. I looking for a way to live, but I am not saying it will be the way to live. Ya get me, dawg?

A little more ‘namedropping’: a philosopher once said ‘never trust a conclusion you set out to try and prove in the first place’. The American Dream: a cage for the feeble minded; a flying bear: a fool’s errand; a fairytale for the weak spirited. I don’t believe in fairytales, and I don’t believe in dreams. American or otherwise.

John Dionysus: a future WWA Heavyweight Champion; liberated and a liberator; an ICON

It’s a fait accompli that the bear gets fucked!

- Newton’s Third Law –

“Lex III: Actioni contrariam semper et æqualem esse reactionem: sive corporum duorum actiones in se mutuo semper esse æquales et in partes contrarias dirigi.”

(It’s getting serious now; he’s grabbed the Latin dictionary!)

When old Isaac sat down and wrote that seminal work of natural philosophy, he really believed he had solved the mystery of the mechanics of the universe. A proud man was Isaac, and rightly so, because on his shoulders we have witnessed considerable heights.

But, alas, human knowledge is a cunning mistress. It is, ipso facto, a fallible thing, and Sir Isaac’s findings no longer have the light so brightly shining. Relativity arrived, and questions were asked (even though Liebniz had postulated some relationalism in the 17th Century). Indeed, Meltdown will see further doubt shed upon the light of Sir Isaac.

The Third Law states that for ‘every action there is an equal and opposing reaction’. Well the Third Law is about to shown up like a bear with wings: there is no force the Freebear can exert that can stop a man who has nothing to lose but everything to gain.

Then, the Law of Karma states ‘every effect is the sum total of its preceding causes’. I don’t make the laws, Freebear, I am just an agent of them. As the locals say, ‘you’ve cashed a cheque...’ If there is one thing I know about bankers it’s this: they don’t like bad credit, and Karma is one bitch of a banker.

This is one bear that will not fly.

- Bear Stories –

Every tale has a moral, so the sages claim. Here are a few stories I know.

Goldilocks and the 3 bears: the bear gets fucked!

The willow-wren and the bear: the bear gets fucked!

A bear’s parody

A bear walks in to a bar and says ‘ouch!’ ....sorry, wrong joke in the wrong context. In any event: the bear gets fucked!

The story of the Freebear: the bear gets fucked!

(I'm sensing some theme here!)

Not following? It’s okay, I rely on the same fuzzy notion of coherence you did. Or maybe I could say it’s transcendental. What I do know is nothing makes sense like a fait accompli.

So, we are back to the start.

I repeat:

This is NOT a story about a bear. This was NEVER a story about a bear. This is a story about a man who set the caged bear and himself free.

And now the synthesis:

This is the story of a man who set the WWA free.

This is the story about your future WWA Heavyweight Champion.