It
reminds me. There is a runestone in the forest around where I came
from, a great menhir.
It is the stele of existentialism, and it reads:
PASSIONS
DEFINE WHO WE ARE / PASSIONS STIR THOUGHT INTO ACTION / WE ARE OUR
PASSIONS / PASSIONS ARE MYSTICAL IN ORIGIN AND NATURE / YET PASSIONS
ARE POWERFUL AS TO SMASH THE MOUNTAIN / THEY ARE INDEED THE ONLY
COMPASS I HAVE YET FOUND WHEN IT COMES TO ORIENTING ONESELF IN THIS
WORLD, THIS LIFE, THIS EXISTENCE / DONT BE A PATHETIC DOG / ROUSE
THE SURGE OF EXTREMISM WITHIN / FOLLOW THAT WEIRD, STRANGE CAVE
SYSTEM INSIDE YOURSELF / THAT WHOSE ENTERING HOLES ARE BELOW
THRESHOLDS / ABOLISH LAWS FOR YOURSELF EXCEPT FOR THE ONES YOU HAVE
CHOSEN / THERE IS A LAWLESSNESS THRIVING IN INCUBATION WITHIN YOU /
SOON THE EGG SHALL HATCH, THAT EGG WHICH IS EMBEDDED SOFTLY BUT
RESTLESSLY IN YOUR PASSIONS, AND IN THE VERY DEEPEST VALVES OF THEM
/ RADICALIZE
YOURSELF / ARM YOURSELF / LIVE OUT YOURSELF / LOVE THE OTHER YOU HAVE
CHOSEN / KILL YOURSELF IN ECSTASY.
