About Me
No Apologies
Like you, I have felt the all-pervasive hand, reaching into my consciousness, plucking at the strings of my boyhood apprehensions.
I have bore witness to its all-corrupting lure and the asking of questions I cannot put answer to. It has always resided, not in me, but in spite of me.
Religion, mysticism, spirituality, theology, faith, creed, or whatever mask it has cared to don has in turn come for me. Ive always known their purpose, never to educate or unfetter my mind, but rather claim it. Understand that we are its highest prize, objectified justification.
And with the ultimate question at the ready, the multitude descends. Irregardless of the fact that the question persists in neutrality, the thieves and charlatans pervert it for their own end, for the singular reason of destroying our expressed will. With the arrogance of perceived creation, it haunts, and in moments of pregnant disillusionment, it casts a shadow so perfect in its pitch that even those who are not inebriated with tales of the preposterous are pressed underfoot.
Whilst the fire still resides, Ill meet you.
Atheists: not by proxy, not by default, not by frustration or fatigue not emotion, punishment, desperate means, nor arrogance, and never limitation or divide but rather through the knowledge of unmolested experience, a pure conviction which is unbound by the labor of ownership and the manipulation of a shallow purpose.
My kin in mind, and arm.
I acknowledge the staunch, the unabashedly, the unrepentantly, shameless, harsh, lonesome, and loathsome; the depressed, judgmental, melancholy, analytical, and beautifully vibrant Atheist. I am unapologetic, and furious, and I speak for all that have been slandered, not only by the masquerading questions keeper, not only by the derision of those that would have us join their farcical flock, but even by our own. The dread of the moment to moment awareness that the ever-present void is pending can only be matched by the cursed irony which states: in exercising our will, which defines us, we are doomed to stare into the abyss.
Silent too long, today Ill bare my teeth.
Resist.
Know that the deluded will seek you out, searching for that which resides at the apex of hieratical import, your mind and your convictions. They will pawn upon you untestable and detestable answers, and finally through a jagged feeding tube force upon you the horrors of doubt.
Having found their scriptures cannot stand against the most rudimentary of thoughts, they appeal to the sloth and fear in the minds of the flawed followers and stampede from one crusade unto the next. They mean to exterminate all counterweights to the dogma of conformity and in turn seek to destroy the few beautiful things left. It is in their doctrine to keep you divided, weak and residing in singular darkness. Their convictions will hold you to the limitations of acceptable thought by attacking with the presupposition that doubt is the most grievous ill.
Trust in yourself. Whether it be flawed experience or not, the stimulus you receive when you press upon the walls of their orthodoxy will be more real than any world system they can conjure.
Trust becomes you.
The single greatest concern for these cowardly peddlers is not each other, or even those that have been sworn into ritualistic murder, but it is those who doubt with a sharp mind, and possess the spine to cast their hypocrisies and faith-based absurdities into the light of truth.
That is their enemy, and that enemy is you.
I owe you nothing.
Repent and suicide.
Morality is a morass. And when the platform is forced, the corruption finds root with more heinous deeds as the harvest. We are the ones burdened to speak when all others are paralyzed; we must not only witness mans depravity, but be willing sacrifice our strength for those same looters who have capitulated.
Beliefs all beliefs, whether in a church, a backyard or the undefined recesses of your mind are a vile evil that demands you put aside your intellect and believe for its own sake. The soothsayers can bellow from the tops of the houses; Ill never bend my will to something that lays claim on my mind and, in that, positions me to commit acts beyond the scope of the just.
The moments will not share light legs, and time will prove short and beleaguered. But understand, to find the courage to disregard their lies is in of itself a way to joy in the truth that they would otherwise deny unto you.
The lone becomes you,
Pallbearer of lies.
Fuck Faust,
Doubt.
