I find the duality of life as experienced by both political poles to be especially interesting. The left kills their own out of convenience and the right kills others for the same reason. Sometimes we kill others via inaction, sometimes will kill with our hands. I propose that we are all murderers, and it is an easy proposition to make when one’s position in life is that of an inactive observer, which is what I am. We all have blood on our hands, after all, and I propose that we should acknowledge such rather than deluding ourselves into false innocence.
The only difference between abortion and infanticide
Is point of view
The only difference between life and death
Is the measurement we make
The only difference between obedience and malfeasance
Is perceived intent
The only difference between vitriol and compassion
Is the time that we take
In the end, only the individual can be the master of reality.
From here on out, most posts will be muses of the state of the world and current events. I’ve said everything there is to say about psychopathy, so consider this the natural evolution of the blog. My eyes see things differently than the eyes of a neurotypical. More accurately? Maybe. Differently? Certainly.
Twitter is a cesspool of deluded liberals that think that good karma can change the path our world is on. Be kind to all, show the other cheek, et cetera, and the world will respond favorably and humbly. In a world in which Islamic extremism, geopolitical rivalries, and other forces vie for deathsong, such liberal beliefs are solely misguided. However, I don’t want to make this a post about conservatism, as anyone can write a generic post about being right-wing and … yawn. Speaking of Twitter, come follow me and reach out – I’ve updated the contact page to reflect that I am no longer taking email (thanks to Yahoo and their incompetency with user data). Anyhoo, there is a difference between my conservatism and that of others. I have no heart in the fight except to guarantee my own self-preservation. I care not for God, whites, blacks, homosexuals, no one except me and those in my inner circle. When one only cares about themselves, then conservatism is the easier and more acceptable choice. [Read more…]
The being was all-consuming. Everything it touched was reduced to ash and infinite denizens of infinite realms were subjugated. It was simply known by the name that could never be spoken, out of fear that the whispers of eternity would summon its presence. Immeasurable pain and immeasurable pleasure were found at the eye of the storm but were irrelevant as the mass could not interpret either. Both everything and nothing could paint the picture needed to understand the confluence of ultimate power as its carcass swarmed with maggots and decay that no artist could ever capture. It simply was and would be, without beginning or end, and with neither alpha nor omega to be found in the writings on the wall.
I’ve been quiet for a few months, staying resolute in my belief that I should not write if I do not have insights that are enlightening nor entertaining.
I have plans for a 3-4 post arc in the coming days that may be of interest. This arc will possibly signal the end of updates for this blog, but I cannot rule out occasional insights that may be documented in the future. I have ideas for other writing unrelated to the topic of psychopathy, but as I continue to mature and grow mindful, I find it difficult to maintain the high standard that I set for myself in this realm.