Vitriol

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.

The Psychopathic Conservative

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…]

Dawn – Whispers of Eternity

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.

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New Content Soon

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.

Stay tuned

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rust

I maintain that my current trajectory in life is not one of redemption.  Redemption would imply that I have atoned for my sins of the past and am immune from their temptations in the future.  My latent state will always be antisocial; that is what I am at the atomic level.  But, as with chemistry, different arrangements of atoms result in different properties even if the atom, at its core, is of property ‘X’.  No, my current trajectory is one of reprogramming.  My unquiet mind will always be distraught with the internal monologue detailing the differences between the conscious and subconscious as well as the intentional versus the automatic.  No matter how much I want to know whether I am conscious in my desires to be a better person these days, I must concede that there are certain mechanisms that are beyond my control.  I am a subject of my own psychological experiment.  As I consciously strive toward prosocial behaviors, my subconscious begins to morph.  As the subconscious evolves, its call overwhelms the conscious mind.  I am left with a Mobius Strip of a person, with no clear beginning or end.  For a being without identity, this is especially distressing and terrifying.  At some point, I have to let go.  At some point, I have to concede that there is very real reprogramming that was once under my control but is no longer.

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