Well, first off I must say that though I am nothing special, I sure as hell transcend the lot of you.
Simply, I am the fence. The thing which divides what you choose to believe or to reject, I exist right smack in the middle of it. No, I'm not one of those who can't make a decision whether to believe or not to believe but instead, I know exactly what I want. The problem is that there is never a definitive righteousness to an action and I sternly believe in that.
Let's take an example, say, a theft. In the eyes of the law, it is of course, wrong. There will be punishments according to the severity of said crime et cetera et cetera. From the human side of it though, what if the aforementioned thief has a set of reasons which contradicts the judgement, which was the fact that he was wrong? He had to steal; he has a family to feed, he himself has not eaten for a million years, he was blackmailed into stealing. What about the natural alignment of the one who judges? An evil person would look at the act as a normal, everyday activity, the good would obviously regard the act as bad, the neutral would frankly not give a flying nipple fuck. Everything in the world has an ever present conflict and that is what I believe in. I choose to believe in the very act of doubting, the act which will propel me into having my own isolated thought process where I am verily free to choose and not bother about anything anybody has to say. I am my own judge.
I am a narcissistic egoist, I know for a fact that I am not an easy person to be coerced into a conversation, much less dealt with. I contradict myself so often that it leaves me confused but that in itself is a fucking good thing for eventually, I will reach the point where I have exhausted most of the possibilities and I know which path I should remain on. Or return to. People classify each other with one simple word and I abhor that fact. Democratic, socialist, anarchist, introvert, extrovert, all that shit. With the endless discoveries and fucking weird shit that we constantly find everyday, why is it such a god damned chore for us to accept that we can classify people into so many different categories? Or even not be able to classify them at all? I can be good while at the same time be evil. It all depends on the nature of the act and to the person who is judging.
The fact of the matter is that every single one of us are insignificant, too insignificant in fact, that our egos refuse to believe in it at times. We live on a planet, dependant on the light and heat of a meagre star, in a galaxy amongst millions of others. Yet, some enlightened souls could actually find the nerve to try and convince everybody that they are the chosen one. My point is that because we are insignificant, we can be whatever we choose to. Some opt to be a saint, some evil, I give a very solid middle finger to each and every one of those people and not give a fuck about what they think.
Ah, motherfucking rants, I tell you...
Simply, I am the fence. The thing which divides what you choose to believe or to reject, I exist right smack in the middle of it. No, I'm not one of those who can't make a decision whether to believe or not to believe but instead, I know exactly what I want. The problem is that there is never a definitive righteousness to an action and I sternly believe in that.
Let's take an example, say, a theft. In the eyes of the law, it is of course, wrong. There will be punishments according to the severity of said crime et cetera et cetera. From the human side of it though, what if the aforementioned thief has a set of reasons which contradicts the judgement, which was the fact that he was wrong? He had to steal; he has a family to feed, he himself has not eaten for a million years, he was blackmailed into stealing. What about the natural alignment of the one who judges? An evil person would look at the act as a normal, everyday activity, the good would obviously regard the act as bad, the neutral would frankly not give a flying nipple fuck. Everything in the world has an ever present conflict and that is what I believe in. I choose to believe in the very act of doubting, the act which will propel me into having my own isolated thought process where I am verily free to choose and not bother about anything anybody has to say. I am my own judge.
I am a narcissistic egoist, I know for a fact that I am not an easy person to be coerced into a conversation, much less dealt with. I contradict myself so often that it leaves me confused but that in itself is a fucking good thing for eventually, I will reach the point where I have exhausted most of the possibilities and I know which path I should remain on. Or return to. People classify each other with one simple word and I abhor that fact. Democratic, socialist, anarchist, introvert, extrovert, all that shit. With the endless discoveries and fucking weird shit that we constantly find everyday, why is it such a god damned chore for us to accept that we can classify people into so many different categories? Or even not be able to classify them at all? I can be good while at the same time be evil. It all depends on the nature of the act and to the person who is judging.
The fact of the matter is that every single one of us are insignificant, too insignificant in fact, that our egos refuse to believe in it at times. We live on a planet, dependant on the light and heat of a meagre star, in a galaxy amongst millions of others. Yet, some enlightened souls could actually find the nerve to try and convince everybody that they are the chosen one. My point is that because we are insignificant, we can be whatever we choose to. Some opt to be a saint, some evil, I give a very solid middle finger to each and every one of those people and not give a fuck about what they think.
Ah, motherfucking rants, I tell you...
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