Darkness reigns

Oh, what a quaint little tale my foolish twin has weaved. So he thinks we're all light to shine the darkness all around us? There is only darkness. We are not a steady building shining more or less over the same area for many years, ready to share our visions with our neighbors. We're men with a torch walking in the dark, lighting but the smallest fraction of the world and leaving behind a trail of darkness, the fastest growing herb. The cavern is everywhere we go.

A little chat

Two weeks ago, I've met the One With Many Names. We talked for hours. I asked him what his true name was; he didn't reply. I've insisted on the question, and he started raging, screaming, burning everything in his way. I've asked him if he didn't like talking about his True Name because of some weird hocus pocus effect, or if it was to avoid being detected by God.

He answered, infuriated: "The True Name of a being is the greatest source of power one can posess over that being. Were you to know my True Name, you would be my Master, and I would be your slave. You would become my God; you would be wherever I would be, you would know whatever I know, you would be able to do with me anything your wicked mind could conjure up. I retain an obsessive consideration for myself, y'see; I won't part with my soul to any fool, and everything else may burn. When humans were created, I would continue to worry only with the conservation of my immortality, and should your foul race disappear, I'll try to hold any of you from reaching the dullness of Paradise."

He's a renegade, I wondered. Someone to be pitied. Clever we have been to deny him influence over our fate, but he may have some truth yet to part with us about our sponsors up above.

Powerful beings

A powerful being is one who can enforce other beings to behave against their own interests. Even more powerful is one who can enchant weaker minds in the illusion that they are helping themselves, when they're actually doing the bidding of the more powerful being.

Thus is God explained, or at least the Demiurge who is channeling the souls of our dead to fuel his immortality.

I intend to replace him. Nham!

Anticristo, a movie after my own heart

Despite the fact that it was not made by fellow Americans, this Anticristo movie, by Lars von Trier, is one of the most touching and beautiful odes to mankind. Kudos, von Trier!

I simply couldn't hold back tears of approval when a computer rendered fox, feasting on its own bowels, paid homage to the fundamental principle of the Universe and uttered the words: "Chaos reigns". Indeed, chaos reigns, and order is but a possibility in the infinite myriad of realities; if anything, the existence of order only makes chaos tastier and more shocking - chaos creates order, order creates the fox and its bowels, chaos makes the fox eat its own body, thus perverting everything more than ever.

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The obvious apex of the Anticristo experience is when the woman cuts away her... self with a pair of scissors, after unearthing her half-dead husband, buried after she pierced his leg with and iron bar and jerked him off for a bloody ejaculation.
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I didn't think the director would have the guts to show all of this, but he did; the camera never deviated to spare the faint-hearted viewer. Kudos, von Trier! Not many people share your stomach for absolutely horrific images. I do.

Unfortunately, the fool which I inhabit couldn't watch your nightmare and changed the channel, so I can't say more than I already have: the movie is awesome. Keep up the good work!

So...

Sith teachings...

... are remarkably similar to self-help!

"Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."

"Equality is a lie…A myth to appease the masses. Simply look around and you will see the lie for what it is! There are those with power, those with the strength and will to lead. And there are those meant to follow—those incapable of anything but servitude and a meager, worthless existence.

Equality is a perversion of the natural order!…It binds the strong to the weak. They become anchors that drag the exceptional down to mediocrity. Individuals destined and deserving of greatness have it denied them. They suffer for the sake of keeping them even with their inferiors.

Equality is a chain, like obedience. Like fear or uncertainty or self doubt."

Got it!

We are the stupidest beings of the Universe; every amoeba, every atom, every star knows its purpose and its future. We do not. All things in the Universe, except us, do everything as though they knew what they are doing. We, on the other hand, live in a constant ecstasy, from discovery to discovery, like foreigners arriving to a strange place and impressed by things which are considered ordinary by the natives. Is there any doubt for a lion chasing its prey? Is there any doubt for a star emitting energy to space? Is there any doubt for an atom blowing itself up, blowing other atoms in chain reaction and, soon, an entire city? Does it have conscience crisis? Does it ponder why is it doing what it is doing? Is it amazed by something beautiful? Unlikely.

It is no surprise we conjure up gods and myths: to explain why we are so ignorant while the rest of the Universe is not. We are special, that is a fact; but religions always thought we were superior because of it. We are not. We are the only ones with things yet to discover and so we are the only ones who ignore parts of reality. Everything else is omniscient. Everything else follows the rules of the Universe, because they are known. We do not know our laws, we do not know how or why do we function. The only law we know is that we are going to die someday; in practice, however, we live as if we did not know that law, as if it did not exist. And we try to deny it at all costs.

We believe that we are creators, that we invent things which did not exist before. Perhaps that is true; but our creativity is pale in comparison with that of the Universe; perhaps we only copy it. We are nothing more than a shell believing itself to be an ocean because of the feeble imitation of sea sound.

Someone would say the fact that we are special in our ignorance is reason enough for praise. No, it is not. The Universe, in its infinite ability to create, designed even the human mind, this vacuum of cosmic conscience.