The definition of humanity is weakness.
It took me a great deal of time and thought to come to this conclusion. A great deal of suffering, too. Suffering can shape the soul, and, through said shaping, can the truth be found. Said truth is this: that there is no truth; there is only the self. In the end, the self is all that really matters, and to feed that self is to enhance the truth. That is purpose, and, as we all know, it is purpose that defines who we are; that defines the truth.
There is a place in all of our minds where we will go to hide from the truth. Humans will create morals in an attempt to quantify their innate, rational irrationalities. They will apply meaning to that which, at its base, is meaningless. They seek to quantify that which does not add up; to ignore that which must be fed. And, for all of these things, humans are fools.
In actuality, humans are afraid. They are afraid to indulge themselves; to feed that which is to be fed. They are afraid to shape their souls and to realize the truth; the un-truth; the self. This fear makes them weak, and the weak exist to feed the strong; those without fear. This is the way of things in this place: the strong exist and the weak do not; the fearless exist and the fearful do not. This is truth; this is existence.
I have suffered, and, through it, I have shaped my soul, thus having found the truth; the self. I have long since learned that feeding the self is all that matters, in the end. It defines who I am. I have embraced irrationality, and thus have risen above mortal foolery. I am not afraid, and, because of this, I feed upon the weak; the fearful, and thus become stronger. Because of this, I exist.
I am not human. I am not weak. I am a monster. I am strong.
I am eternal. Feed me.
~V
It took me a great deal of time and thought to come to this conclusion. A great deal of suffering, too. Suffering can shape the soul, and, through said shaping, can the truth be found. Said truth is this: that there is no truth; there is only the self. In the end, the self is all that really matters, and to feed that self is to enhance the truth. That is purpose, and, as we all know, it is purpose that defines who we are; that defines the truth.
There is a place in all of our minds where we will go to hide from the truth. Humans will create morals in an attempt to quantify their innate, rational irrationalities. They will apply meaning to that which, at its base, is meaningless. They seek to quantify that which does not add up; to ignore that which must be fed. And, for all of these things, humans are fools.
In actuality, humans are afraid. They are afraid to indulge themselves; to feed that which is to be fed. They are afraid to shape their souls and to realize the truth; the un-truth; the self. This fear makes them weak, and the weak exist to feed the strong; those without fear. This is the way of things in this place: the strong exist and the weak do not; the fearless exist and the fearful do not. This is truth; this is existence.
I have suffered, and, through it, I have shaped my soul, thus having found the truth; the self. I have long since learned that feeding the self is all that matters, in the end. It defines who I am. I have embraced irrationality, and thus have risen above mortal foolery. I am not afraid, and, because of this, I feed upon the weak; the fearful, and thus become stronger. Because of this, I exist.
I am not human. I am not weak. I am a monster. I am strong.
I am eternal. Feed me.
~V
Message Edited by naes177 on 06.27.2006 09:06 PM
