28 juni 2020
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3 juni 2020
My spirit and the whole
of my personality experiences what can perhaps only be described as an allergic
reaction when I come in contact with the preposterous absurdities of this
“social justice” deluge. I feel it deep a sort of irritation, and it becomes
fast more than a nuisance, because it becomes clear to me that I indeed swim in
the same waters as these ugly fish, and that I have to fend for myself in the
moral landscape they have created around both me and themselves: they see
happiness! But all I can see is the miserable weakness and the thick darkness
that undeserved happiness always feed off of, tap into.
29 maj 2020
LORD PLEASE ANSWER
Eight Questions
to the Third
King of Uruk
Did the Gods ever offer their beautiful wisdom to the
insects of the earth, or did the human being decide to just plunder and pillage
it with all the bruteness of her animal?
And did Shamhat ever offer her beautiful body in lust,
or did Enkidu decide to ravage it forcibly with all the power of his animal?
Did You, Gilgamesh ever visit the cedar forest or did Humbaba
only exist as a figment of phantasmagoria nurtured in the composture of your
fears, blooming then by force only of your own lively fantasy?
Did You, Gilgamesh ever visit the palace of Anu or did
your weakness actually put an end to it all before you even reached the gates
of it?
Did you then lie and deceive out of weakness and
embarrassment, or can I trust your heart was pure?
Did your works, your words and your deeds transform
you into a hero-king as fundamental as the highest Gods in the very mythology which
had you solidified in immortality?
Can I continue to bow at your feet in adoration
without making myself a fool?
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