if only i had the troubles of the old dead philosophers, wondering if they existed or not, oh how much simpler things seemed then! All my ideas are angry jealous gods demanding i believe in them! indeed they are bent to it, like there existence depended on it (and ofc in many ways it does) as a child each time i escaped the grip of one, i found myself under the spell of another, until at last i realized that every doubt was too a god demanding my belief, and that i am wretch entirely wholly gullible, oh Socrates, if only i could be as wise as you thought you were! but like an idiot i beleive (as you did) everything to the last contradiction, each to its part... i belive *even* my doubts whilst i beleive! once i thought to escape religion, then to escape gods, but now i stand at precipice and ill be damned because its gods all the way down. Strange in a way, that all these gods fight over me, when i am only a bad totemic chimera of themselves, ah i have deconstructed myself and now i am sewn back together wrong! ;)
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 13:07:29 +0000
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