Fear not my insanity for I have tasted Wolf! The equation is thus:
Live. Or be lived. Believe or be left.
All I can tell you is that I now have the knowledge of the Gods. Fear not the end, for I have seen it! - with these three eyes! Joy of joys; there is life!
If only all ramblings were this revelling in splendours unknown rather than the only all-too-common rantings of the religious and the disturbed. Where does one draw the line? Have I said too much already?
I guess there must be a rambling etiquette these days. A bureaucracy in place to check the God-fearing and hate-mongering to make sure they do not overstep a line, or if they do, make sure "just" fines and paper-weighted consequence flows in their direction. An embargo of privacy perhaps. How wonderful that would be if it was in place: a preacher on the streets, completely aware that by invading others' daily lives that he must forego his own luxurious privacy when he is at home as consequence. Where do we get to vote for such measures to be in place? I have no idea...
Depression's a funny word. With many meanings and entanglements.
Lest the forebearer knowingly lose face, the word is kept quiet and close. Something loses its magic if a word, label or diagnosis is attached...
Selfishly ending our ancestors' endeavours in blind selfish comfortable disagreement with the present state of mind holds my least favourite position in this world. Suicide all you like just respect the people that got their first and made the effort to survive long enough so you have the option. Skate around the obvious reality all you like, it won't help you. Life finds a way. And that way generally will find you. Deny it all you want but you are a life factory, a machine, a shell for creating more of your type. Give up now and something else will fill the void.
Live. Or be lived. Believe or be left.
All I can tell you is that I now have the knowledge of the Gods. Fear not the end, for I have seen it! - with these three eyes! Joy of joys; there is life!
If only all ramblings were this revelling in splendours unknown rather than the only all-too-common rantings of the religious and the disturbed. Where does one draw the line? Have I said too much already?
I guess there must be a rambling etiquette these days. A bureaucracy in place to check the God-fearing and hate-mongering to make sure they do not overstep a line, or if they do, make sure "just" fines and paper-weighted consequence flows in their direction. An embargo of privacy perhaps. How wonderful that would be if it was in place: a preacher on the streets, completely aware that by invading others' daily lives that he must forego his own luxurious privacy when he is at home as consequence. Where do we get to vote for such measures to be in place? I have no idea...
Depression's a funny word. With many meanings and entanglements.
Lest the forebearer knowingly lose face, the word is kept quiet and close. Something loses its magic if a word, label or diagnosis is attached...
Selfishly ending our ancestors' endeavours in blind selfish comfortable disagreement with the present state of mind holds my least favourite position in this world. Suicide all you like just respect the people that got their first and made the effort to survive long enough so you have the option. Skate around the obvious reality all you like, it won't help you. Life finds a way. And that way generally will find you. Deny it all you want but you are a life factory, a machine, a shell for creating more of your type. Give up now and something else will fill the void.
