Is there a lousier misfire than the unscorched heretic?
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Apathy is the consummation of the ethical; saturation of malaise—coagulation of the neverbeen and its torrential bloodletting.
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Where does this divine pull of feeling derive from? For there is no pull in me to be felt! I am perhaps pulled to nihility, to nullity…nothing lasts forever—and surely not these perfunctory convictions! I envy that love for the invisible. Even the lack of conviction is a conviction! Yet, I do not yearn to negate, nor affirm. What moves me? Certainly, death, the fear of it, that is, the obliteration of my psyche. An egotistical philosophy, perhaps, is the ultimate realm of my inquiries. It cannot be; I have already picked this one up and played with it enough. It did not suit me…but, neither has Plato, Nietzsche, or even Christ. Cioran was the closest; there were, at moments, solidarity. Oh, my jealousy woes! To be sure, I loathe those men, Nietzsche and Cioran; though the latter has my stubborn reverence. How dare they so eloquently think what I have thought! Literary schizophrenia: genuine or forced? Either: a tired pastiche.
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Why does one refuse to be reduced to an aphid in the life of another?
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Beyond progeny lies bastardization, its contaminates dependent on the quantity and quality of one’s fading remembrance.
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True remembrance of concern is the epoch-defining memento: the transmogrification of the conceptualization of an individual’s existence. Unable to be grasped in the realm of the comprehensive, demarcations are constructed, and, based on the intellectual and psychological force of these bounds, one’s remembrance either ascends to a state of apotheosis, remains in a condition of neutrality, or descends into the depths of societal perdition. To reach the zenith or nadir is to transcend to the status of a memento: a state of unforgottenness that both eclipses and overrides space and time. The value of remembrance, then, lies in the former and latter categories. The middle zone of neutrality is hypoxic…lost to history.
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The pressures of remembrance are a suffocation…
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Christ, that fortunate soul, embodies the conquest against the struggle of time. To be sure, divinization is an effective method in the actualization of remembrance. Many martyrs have opted for this procedure; men and women who otherwise would have dissolved in the annals of time are instead preserved for millennia. In due time, they too will be disregarded, but for now, their echo remains.
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I do not need to believe, I need to unravel. Indeed, the jurisdiction of belief, nor its absence, has any role in the game being played. My tenets are masquerades—is this sin?