The Tiger Is Humbled By Memories Of

Never, Dear Gods. Never Mess With Mortals.

I Love You Still, But With Your Death I Succumbed To A Kind Of Infatuation. I Convinced Myself That What You And I Had, So Very Briefly, Was Of Far Vaster And Deeper Import Than It Truly Was. Of All The Weapons We Chose To Turn Upon Ourselves, Guilt Is The Sharpest, Silverfox. It Can Carve One's Own Past Into Unrecognizable Shapes, False Memories Leading To Beliefs That Sow All Kinds Of Obsessions.

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.

Can You Live Without Answers? All Of You, Ask That Of Yourself. Can You Live Without Answers? Because If You Cannot, Then Most Assuredly You Will Invent Your Own Answers And They Will Comfort You. And All Those Who Do Not Share Your View Will By Their Very Existence Strike Fear And Hatred Into Your Heart. What God Blesses This?

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