“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.” – Salvador Dali

Posted: November 7, 2017 in The Philosophy of Quotes, Uncategorized
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I have seen worlds die, most die by their own star. Some worlds are murdered the clock ticks. What begins must, end the newly-born contain the seeds of their own destruction. Those of us who accept what comes to all we live in freedom and die in grace. For those who fear and deny death, becomes deaths slave. The destructive seed within them turns outward.

They… we… become killers. By accident,  or by intent. Does it really make a difference? We become killers of spirit… then killers of flesh.

I was deaths undying servant I wore a servant’s mask I was above death slave. I was innocent of the murders. I followed a higher order until my orders were lies. This blood now on my hands. I have done this I was deaths herald. I am herald no more. I become death, the destroyer of worlds. 

My mind becoming the mechanism of destruction is unfortunate. Is it more unfortunate for non-human lifeforms to share man’s fate? We mourn their suffering, it will be brief. I mourn your suffering. I will endure… a little longer

I once lived. I once breathed. I felt pain, I lost them just as I have lost everything. 

There is a malignant force where a shadow once was. It isn’t death. Life can withstand death… Life transcends death. Nor does the evil reside in nature, nature is not the foundation. Nature is the movement, the interplay wind, fire, water, sound and fury signifying nothing… it’s only death, and I am not afraid of death. The atrocities I have done, I cannot undo.

We have yet to create a god to change this. I refuse to accept what IS. The will is already accomplished. The malignancy speaks to the masses how a man has butchered paradise. The land stinks with the blood of the murdered, the seas reek of their poisons, their fumes cloud the heavens. The masses confronted with their evil realize if confronted would we allow ourselves to colonize pristine planets. Would you allow us to spread our filth to the stars?

Why are we blinded by our insatiable hunger for greed that glutz itself on the lifeblood of worlds, of monsters who consume and consume until nothing is left. I loathe what we have become our future terrifies me.

I see a society of monsters followed by malignant shadows I know so well. Monsters don’t love as men do, we don’t sacrifice as men do we don’t know beauty or joy or friendship as men do. Our monsters are creatures of Illusion and fear. Fearing love… we hate… fearing death we kill. I am altogether mad yet persuasive. If the weak-willed heard my madness they would call it wisdom as a result lunacy leaps from mind to mind and a whole world tilts towards suicide. 

Mankind is mad this is true but the madness does not come form me If madness is the providence of men alone, then how can I explain my own insanity. I am no different from them. I lost my better nature and became a monsters puppet I have caused great harm. Is it too late to be redeemed?

When our madness finds the keys are actions prolong human torment and our own. We will not suffer for one man to live. We will destroy our creation. If compelled anyone can destroy me, they have that power. The greatest joy is to no longer fear death. When the fear of death diminishes, no one has power over me.

In my heart let me be reborn. Let my mind be purified. Let me bind myself to more than nothing… someone… something not unwillingly as I have… but by choice. 

I am dying like one of the old gods of men whose sacred blood was spilled to perpetuate a better and renewed life. We know sacrifice. Our first born on the altar, there is our human love. They will not thank you… I will suffer in vain

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