Aphorisms (pt. 9)
They who climb mountains laughing at tragedies know not that the mountain is also laughing at them.
The mirror of Truth breaks the spellbound man often blamed for misery.
The mind which ceases changing opinion is as an onion which does not peel, but rots.
Virtue is the Highest weapon.
To suffer alone is farce; to suffer together is religious.
The only man who ever knows true freedom descends once upon the eve of disaster. No disaster that grand has yet occurred.
Motion is the antithesis to joy.
To flee one’s birth is the meaning of all esteemed lives.
Logic is the etiquette which belies truth’s sharp frame.
The only real achievement is to have lived, never succumbing to the conceit of an ambition.
We do not desire death, but simply to have never been born at all.
I would wish freedom upon the world, but the freedom which a caterpillar has when inside the cocoon of transformed power.
History - the mundane in action, with slight meanderings into massacre, just to pass the time.
Man looks at himself and asks, “Why?” It is at this time when the collapse of enjoyment begins.
The moment of absolute clarity comes just when you stub your toe upon the bed.
To attribute “post-“ to something is to claim transcendent knowledge of the vastness of the subject. Today, I am postmodern, tomorrow — postapocalyptic mummified robot.
Hope is the blood of the insane. But insanity trembles, and so do leaves in the gentle breeze of evening’s exhalation into the sublimity of nighttime.
The only dignified animal has never seen himself or others except through eyes shut against the world.
We write because we lack the courage to stop everything and become meaninglessness personified.
We are all latent soldiers-in-waiting until the right Ideology. Then, we must fight.
Insomnia is a curse sent to the fortunate for survival.
Progress occurs only after a sufficient amount of delay, which hurts the cause but does not hinder it.
Vanquished hopes became tomorrow’s news cycle.
Delight - that curse of death, which tricks you into believing for one second, you ever were even alive at all.
To have security in your own absence will be the next extolled Virtue fate will determine after the robots have replaced your job.
Artificial Intelligence does not want you to die; simply to suffer silently into rejection and nothingness, until the memory of you is data for future world-building.
The world is a treasure-trove of memorabilia which the eyes pirate unto themselves.
To have the luxury of truly destroying something is granted only to those that know how to rebuild.
Destruction implies a recognition that what is there is all there is.
We are simply a mistake, who happens to have acquired the habit of existence. —
Loved this!
A pretty sexy bunch of mistakes. I like this round!
p.s. I see your new profile pic, cutie!