Personally negative
“Don't just take it! Fake it!”
“It's social defenestration, really. All they ever care about is the speed and volume at which you speak, so if one fails to meet those requirements in virtually any aspect of life, they are labelled as a problematic, boring, or misanthropic anomaly. Thoughts have become severely devalued; the wise and thoughtful has been shoved from their pedestal and replaced with the bold and impulsive. People need to know that by gradually denying spaces for solitude, our species will phase out its most valuable asset for true progression. It would be viable to claim that ridding the world of reticence would be tantamount to ridding the world of thought.”
Has Plato failed us in his promises?[edit | edit source]
Quotidian corners, worn from scuffs, crashes, acid rain, wind...
For an abstraction to work, you don't need to work much. The impulses and synapses of your mind are feral, yearning for control. Not that your id has suddenly taken over - more like your soul. To do, to be... it is a headlong dive into mystery. Not a mystery of fear, but a mystery of discovery.
These echoes can merely stop elsewhere, for all I care. Days away are the fears I had of life, crackling feverishly like a sullen chord... I will no longer despise these forms of need that inhibit my inner lives. There is no mess to be made, nay...
Fealty to an unknown cause can formidably challenge you. Scars will be left and permanently undone; spiritual forestry can be ravenously decimated. Sustenance can no longer be tolerated under such severe conditions, for it is only through the bizarre that one can find disillusionment.
Forgo and forget. Sense the worlds you reside in, feel what truth feels like. Release your subservience to constructs, destroy the inhibitions of shared autonomy. Come with us, and you will come for us. No longer will you be a mere drop in an ocean.
Not all deserts are barren, child. The desert is the fear and liberation of the soul. Heat is its loving caress. Sand is its comforting embrace.
Stop moving so jaggedly, sire![edit | edit source]
And to the ethereal incinerator it hurls itself, flagrantly denying its oppressors a chance at feeling remorse. The course of action was feverish yet inevitable; an evisceration of dogmatic cornerstones.
And yet they remain hidden, glowering down at us contemptuously and mocking the way in which we carry out our daily affairs. Mythical beings, those owls are. Literally unflinching creatures whose stare makes you freeze with curiosity.
I have no need for this trite animosity! Your innermost fears and uncertainties have been laid out before me with rage, yet we both know that your need for consolation has broken free from its suffocating cage! Your masochism will be your undoing, El!