It's fascinating how life rips and tares at one's soul, truely and completely stripping it of what is most precious. At the same time the poor creature struggles to forget the pain and misery and endure in this pitiful existence. Something or Someone in some higher place must get a kick out of all this, really.
We're all in line as it were, consistantly being prodded and pushed this way and that; a ferocious and unforgiving queue of blind and blundering souls, infinately stretching beyond the scope of the human mind. No one seems to know as to what end we follow this mad quest: Many have their theories, others their stubborn beliefs. Only those who can see through the dismal blackness, or those at the very end of this sadistic journey, can truely see what lies at it's finish. Sometimes word will reach us back at the far end of this madness, and those who listen can find what it is that lies in wait.
And what is it? Ha! Didn't you already suspect it? All this torment and toil, and we are lined before the gallows! All the pain and misery of the world ends with the sudden snap of the neck, and the pale vacant faces of men and women staring mournfully at the cold hard earth from which they were made.
Oh, but we can turn away from it. Oh yes, all of us can, and will. Or we will surely take it to heart and go mad with the knowledge of our hopelessness and nothingness. We must hold fast to the spirit of creativity, or there will be nothing but the scathing flames of desperation and loneliness to wrap us in utter agony. I've seen it, felt it, and breathed it! It has threatened my very soul. If we do not have a mind to overlook this world, and all the horrers within, we will all surely be cast lovingly, if not willingly, into the dark emptiness of whatever pitiful existence awaits us beyond this place of matter and misery.
Find salvation in what you will! Religion, art, beauty, indulgence in earthly pleasures. Something to grasp in this horrible darkness. Be sure it is something that will stay with you; something solid and steadfast. If you commit yourself to something that gives only a fleeting happiness, it can lead to ruin...do not trust your heart in the hands of another!
As for me, my salvation can now only be found at the tip of the pen or the soft point of the pencil. Everyone must endure, one way or another.
Continue to strive and create, all of you! Do not be bound by the impudence of life. Don't be made to swallow up the falical shaft of helplessness. You have a mind; use it for fuck's sake! We're given choices, all of us! Our very existence gives us a right to do anything and everything, and so we shall! Make no excuses to sit and rot, becoming a part of the very decay that turns the ground on which we walk and the air of which we breath into the rancid toxin of degradation. No longer will we be bound by the petty oppressiveness of weak mindedness and ignorance! If someone says you cannot listen, cannot learn, cannot do, cannot have...fuck them! Do not let them ask why, and do not ask yourself why. Let those pathetic souls die in the street as nature intended.
Our destiny is set, yes. Our heads will all find their place beneath the Guillotine one day, but what we do before we get there is of our own design. Fight it! Fight this fucking place! Hate this fucking place!