Sociopath

[l0rd]

I am past existential nausea, nihilistic pessimism, the sternness of a religious doctrine; I dont wish to any longer set the ever-so-thin lining of my eyeball with the cataract of abstract philosophy. I will no longer examine philosophy in the sense that any sort of thinking should take place, but rather a look into simplicity, into perceptible truth.

 

It is said that humans are best at riddles at age five, when ones worldly knowledge is not yet tainted by mans muddy depths of consciousness. It is within the human mind that we have the ability to make whatever reality we so choose into a stern belief impressed into us and bled out into our lifes experiences, but in only few can one perceive reality in its purity.

 

Going back to a time of truth, contrast, and, on top of that, innumerable sense of contentedness. In the middle of a most pleasant song, one can simply appreciate the chemical exchange that is going in ones mind as something good, bad, or a variation thereof. It is within stress that there is so much pretense, so much irrationality, yet within the impending pain that one experiences a sense of purity.

 

Holding a dead soldier in your arms, tucking him to your breast and holding his progressively lifeless body until the reality sinks in and pretense hits a brick wall. He is deadthe realization has been made. This is a beautiful moment, for within the human psyche, the established fact has been made with no strings attached. One minute later, or one week later, depending on the composure of the bystander, the empathetic hand reaches out, or the tear duct starts to swell. Either way, empathy and sympathy are undeniably a default for such a situation for any mentally sane person of any kind, and an example of a distorted reality that humans project for themselves.

 

Where does this empathy take root? Not looking too deeply into the large gapes of evolutionary biology or psychology, it takes root in the individuals weakness. It takes root in the natural insecurities of the unanswerable questions and the ineffable themes within a human conscience, it takes root in humans need to purge reality for a happy one.

 

No, no, no! Give me truth or let me die in the mothers' of the worlds tender embrace.

 

With an expression of hysterical happiness, I march on through the trudges of corpses.

Drinking the ever-so-sweet nectar from the teet of reality.

Mmmm!

[Laura]

I do not believe I have ever read a piece so well written on these forums.

[l0rd]

Quite a compliment, thanks Laura ol' pal.

[i_love_burritos]

I read it, I liked it.

 

Didn't have a clue what you were trying to achieve. Mainly due to the last paragraph, nicely written though.

[Lenin64]

I liked it. I may not have "got it" entirely, but I think I do. Well-written.

[armourdilo]

Wow, just wow. I came to the library by chance and by looking at what I've just read. I want to come back. You're amazing!