Muscle Philosophy

Have you ever wondered what your muscles look like? You see pictures of red stringy stuff that doctors claim represents that looks like under your skin, but is that really the case? Should you really trust a doctor about something like that? Me? I don’t. I decided to find out for myself. I closed my eyes and thought REALLY HARD about muscles, for like, ten minutes. And you know what? I saw them. I saw what real muscles look like. And this is it. That’s really all it takes – determination. Determination to learn the truth about things. Determination to know with your heart and soul what is and what isn’t. determination to BE. It’s all a part of the tangled web we weave. The tangled web of justice and barricades, moons and elevators, tyranny and hopscotch.

Just stop for a minute and look up at the stars. Not night time? It’s a little known fact that the sun IS a star, so look up at that. Concentrate. Believe. In time, you will have an epiphany. You will come to the profound realization that muscles are the things that hold our lives together. If you don’t exercise, your muscles will weaken and you will lose your grip and fall out of society. Without muscles, you will have no way to defend yourself when the great falcon swoops down and steals your soul.

Oh, and your muscles are alive. They are every bit as alive as you. That’s why your skin is always moving – the hundreds of muscles are running around under there. Muscles have families, children, jobs; they experience love, loss, jealousy, and ecstasy. Some might even be plotting revenge against you as we speak. Perhaps you made a bad decision. Perhaps you forgot to inject super-steroids into them. Perhaps you neglected to work out, or you worked out too much. Muscles are fickle folks. All the same, they must be pleased, or you will never reach the level of success that you desire.

- Kent Wicklander