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Published on Dec 18, 2012
- It has been usual for men to think and to say, "Many men are slaves because one is an oppressor; let us hate the oppressor." Now, however, there is among an increasing few a tendency to reverse this judgment, and to say, "One man is an oppressor because many are slaves; let us despise the slaves." The truth is that oppressor and slave are cooperators in ignorance, and, while seeming to afflict each other, are in reality afflicting themselves. A perfect Knowledge perceives the action of law in the weakness of the oppressed and the misapplied power of the oppressor. A perfect Love, seeing the suffering which both states entail, condemns neither.
nothing's wrong it's as fine as it could be it's all as it should be
The pain of a billion starving souls just the sadistic foreplay of some perverted lust
the wars we fight merely a meditation on the flames of the last holocaust's inferno
all the lies no more than decoys laid out to feed the vultures of distrust
- You will be what you will to be;/ Let failure find its false content / In that poor word, "environment," / But spirit scorns it, and is free.// It masters time, it conquers space; / It cows that boastful trickster, Chance, / And bids the tyrant Circumstance / Uncrown, and fill a servant's place.
priests and laymen of a new age death cult imposing systemic ignorance to keep their sheeple docile
supreme rule of entropy and cartesian paradigms newtonian disorder dictating the world's demise
metaphysics of progressive collapse and the inevitability of global destruction
- The human Will, that force unseen, / The offspring of a deathless Soul, / Can hew a way to any goal, / Though walls of granite intervene. // Be not impatient in delay, / But wait as one who understands; / When spirit rises and commands, / The gods are ready to obey.
isolation, anxiety and despair propellants for the space galley the spirit of hope ground through gears of flesh
utopia is here but guess who's the slave race shackled in chains of gold seduced by false salvation
no call to arms, no fatal isms no poor justification for existance only the last dance of a crippled heart
- Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes, / And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes / The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills, / Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills: — / He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass: / Environment is but his looking-glass.
SorgenFreu, 2012 - James Allen (As A Man Thinketh, 1902)