there is no god, the heavens are frighteningly empty, deaf and oblivious. prayers are naught but the air-clawing of a desperate man. we are all alone by ourselves. everything begins in and ends with us
well then. witness the rise of the utilitarian realist, the empirical here-and-now person, the astute, insidious Machiavellian serpent, masterfully switching in between masks in accordance to circumstance. if the gods do not care, then strength can only come from the self, then well then, let it come; let it come like a torrential outburst of a storm; let it come relentlessly at its full magnitude; let it come and let it be feared and awed. let it come with a frustrated vengeance
theres still respect for the moral teachings of Confucius and Buddhism; but its stops there at the morality level. for its a dog eat dog world out there; and dog is the reversal of god.
come on, now
| Thoughts Became Words At 10:31 PM |
