The Only Death I Fear Is Dying

Detachment Is A Flaw, Not A Virtue-don’t You Realize That?

Destiny Is A Lie. Destiny Is Justification For Atrocity. It Is The Means By Which Murderers Armour Themselves Against Reprimand. It Is A Word Intended To Stand In Place Of Ethics, Denying All Moral Context.

The Only Consistent Narrative We Possess Is One That We Share With Every Other Life-form: We Are Born, We Live, And Then We Die.

Evil Is Nothing But A Word, An Objectification Where No Objectification Is Necessary. Cast Aside This Notion Of Some External Agency As The Source Of Inconceivable Inhumanity - The Sad Truth Is Our Possession Of An Innate Proclivity Towards Indifference, Towards Deliberate Denial Of Mercy, Towards Disengaging All That Is Moral Within Us. But If That Is Too Dire , Let's Call It Evil. And Paint It With Fire And Venom.

The Notion Of Evil For Its Own Sake Strikes Me As Boring -- All These Dark Lords Intent On Creating Wastelands Packed With Enslaved Victims... For What?