Words are a deceit, in order to transform the world the writer must be deceitful. But action is never deceitful. The unification of art and action used to be a way of life, now only seen in brief flashes. The average age of a man in the stone age was 18, in the Roman times 21, heaven must of been beautiful then, today it looks dreadful.
By the time a man reaches 40 he cannot die beautifully, no matter how he tries, he will only decay, he must compel himself to live. And as such over time has brought on the leagacy of Christianity, Buddism and Rationalism. Only technology's advancement or destruction will bring about the return. A shorter gap between reproduction and death or a total merging within self-propagation; ensuring no generated, perpetuating corruption.
As it were the disliking of others had to do with a concern for the imagined dullness of their lives. Why? Because it was seen as a fragment of oneself having to go through an endless stream of the most tedious element of all - boredom. Such that anxiety grew in imagining the summary of it all. It was foolishness all along; mabey their lives are only dull from my perspective of it. It's like putting on the shoes of an other whilst still wearing ones own.
Now all you end up with is utter disregard for that less than human, and utter sentimental feelings for that more than human(according to the way I see it).
To the degree that something like this feels special, nostalgic somehow. The summary has thus become perfect.
Do you hear that? The Old Gods are laughing at us, toying with our minds. But mabey, just mabey if we smile at them they'll smile right back.
It's said that freezing to death can be one of the most pleasant ways to die. Aldreneline rushes through the system as the whole body goes into panic mode. But as things start to shut down and the heart rate gets really slow the incredible happens; a feeling of warmth, a euphoric high. It's as if the body totally succumbs bringing with it this massive feeling of acceptance, the body and mind submit and come into final terms. It All Goes Totally Numb -- Every Inch of The Being. The Absolute Acceptance of It All.
