Saturday, October 16, 2010
Solipsism and Scheherazade
Some, in desperation, find comfort in solipsism.
It walks with bare feet. In the rare instance someone takes its avocations seriously and notes the consequences–well, that's violation.
Despotic utopias free from ethical consideration arise. Where the sovereign “self” shelters itself from the messiness of others.
Personal wealth is the only value. A global crime wave of war, fraud and exploitation in its name goes unpunished. Our leaders champion all means with a flood of euphemisms.
Without crime the world's financial system collapses. Daily stock tickers are the seductive tones of a Scheherazade frantically spinning tales to forestall the inevitable.
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Did Scheherzade forestall the inevitable or redefine it..
Daily stock tickers appear symbolic of the magicians sleight of hand and one would gaze upon the motion while the coffers are emptied during the distraction.
There no leaders, save those that would lead you astray..
You turn upon each other like animals who would vy for the approval of masters who do no more than bait you with the meager offerings they've deemed your worth.. so you can divide amongst yourselves as you exaserbate any weakness displayed by your contemporaries..those who would win can only do so by losing and being ignorant of how much and how so.
Destroying that which would be your greatest strength and hope, unity.
God aka Lord (of the flies)
Fiat justitia ruat caelum.
---Morning Star
Beelzebub,
In all manner of gentility I must add you do have eyes to mind the till. Leave the distraction and redefinition to me.
Yours in Benighting,
Asmodeus
Son of Tubal-Cain,
I'm not sure redefining or distraction are pursuits you can be trusted with.
If one cannot withstand judgement, critique or correction. One should never put forth ideas or opinions. But that would be the end of all thought, expression and artform. A sad demise, self destruction by egoism.
Spend freely of the coffers you covet, minding the till is now less about the content than it is about noticing the intent during these-hard-imes.
Though I stand guarding at the door of paradise, who is to say whether I guard best by locking it from within or out.
Perhaps you'll not know what side is desireable as you twist blindly in the redefinitions.
Where are the masses and the masters. Together in greed, envy and shame or polarized by finance and distanced by morality. The side of the Paradise, or the side of the Lost.
ReGuarding,
Gabriel
Son of Tubal-Cain,
I'm not sure redefining or distraction are pursuits you can be trusted with.
If one cannot withstand judgement, critique or correction. One should never put forth ideas or opinions. But that would be the end of all thought, expression and artform. A sad demise, self destruction by egoism.
Spend freely of the coffers you covet, minding the till is now less about the content than it is about noticing the intent during these-hard-imes.
Though I stand guarding at the door of paradise, who is to say whether I guard best by locking it from within or out.
Perhaps you'll not know what side is desireable as you twist blindly in the redefinitions.
Where are the masses and the masters. Together in greed, envy and shame or polarized by finance and distanced by morality. The side of the Paradise, or the side of the Lost.
ReGuarding,
Gabriel
Most Serene Gabriel,
Did we summon your hallowed pinions to our Conference of Principalities? You mouth fine phrases and refined sentiments. Unfortunately we are set on corrupting mortals and, as ever, remain politely opposed to your bright angelus.
Humbly,
Asmodeus
P.S.: Your darker brethren takes no umbrage at the echo. But for an original injustice we'd be glad to support the call for unity.
P.P.S: "Exacerbate". We have an eternity to be persnickety.
Postscript in Hell:
Who better than a devil to know the mind of a man? I am certain the spiritually limited mortal who wrote this drivel champions the impeccably reasoned and well wrought appeal for wisdom and clarity you shared. It, with one sweep of the wing, justly apprises human folly but refuses to give up hope in an awakening. It is the old call for Man to mind his "Better Angels". You can understand how this troubles me.
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