||[Dec. 11th, 2001|02:44 pm]
The Veritable TechNinja
|||||Neu Anfang - Off||]|
Buddhist singing painting. Yeah, that's what I said.
Kids break in to catholic school, just to use the terminals to leer at goatrp0n
I'm not exactly sure if this proves _all_ life is worthless, just theirs.
Another triumph of our just and rigid legal system
Area 51 guards on strike
Why is this world so based on manipulation and callousness? It's appalling how often I come across both the villain and the victim, the manipulator and the manipulated. Parasites abound in this world, those who consistently discard, harm, and destroy others, according to their own whim and fancy. It's this callousness that razes what little integrity this modern society has left. Culture in and of itself does a damned efficient job cutting away at our moral flesh, the last thing we need is a way to breed and mutate that emotional locust that is narcissism. If you ever take an action knowing that it's repercussions will hurt someone else, know that you are burning away what ruins of trust may still stand in that person's mind. I think I've done as best I could to explain personal accountability, this is what happens when you forsake that sense of self-worth. If you must usurp others' happiness to sustain your own, you deserve despondence. If you're being drained by another, they do not deserve what happiness you've rightly earned, do not allow them to break you down. They will only move on to another, this is true, but unfortunately there is no way to keep this endless sequence of travesties in check. I don't care how little you think of yourself, your existence as a human being, your persistence to survive is worth much more than you think. Every day I see the signs of someone who's given up fighting to maintain their own happiness, out of apathy or dejection. Some may never get up, some may only find their release in turning to the same manipulations that got them there in the first place. Becoming everything you've ever hated is far worse than bearing that hatred in the first place. Others finally overcome that sense of helplessness, either alone or through the kindness of another. Even then, in this august display of honor, I have seen injustices that make me sick. There are those in this world who will raise someone out of dejection, only to beat them back down again for their own gains. This is far worse than the already deplorable injustices already committed against them. These people are the scum that grows on pond scum when it dies. These people are deserving of unbridled fury. One day they will feel that scourge, because there are still those in this world who will not allow this debacle to continue.
No one is above this entirely, no one can claim perfect innocence. Look at the story of Siddhartha. Brought up from day one above reproach, born without pain. Born in to bondage, tied down from experiencing the world as it is. He broke free, saw the world in all it's mediocrity, and wept. Yet this man is not remembered for his birth, he is remembered for his selfless choice to free mankind from suffering. Then again, all men still suffer and die, not to mention he left his kingdom, wife, and newborn son in order to seek it.