What is it? This Fate!

First and foremost, there will be this: a ruptured gallow with the noose hanging half pitched. But nonetheless will there be a hanging, a quite unforgivingly impossible one. A hanging against the almighty piety of life! 


What vindication I had bestowed against thine universe; what callous imprisonment against thee; what hesitant bewilderment I will show you! 


One that must be accomplished! For the sake of metaphysics and human evolution! Such deity showing such callous to us! Look at what they’ve done! 


Can’t we grab the apple and eat it? What callousness they bestow? What good is a lie to god if he imposes such things! 


Must we watch carefully for the next movement? Must we read with our eyes peeled? Must we walk and sleep with shoes on? For heavens sake, must we hit the stroller!? 


Thus he appears: 

No thine passionate brethren; see only to thine callousness and you will see there is no solidness in callousness. You must not learn anything but yourself. Know thyself! 

*Exits*


What passion confuses me? Know thyself? Know callousness? What philology are you implying! Such deity are you! Creator of worlds and regulator of all!


How can one forge oneself with thyself? There are more than thyself! Why shall one aspire for such conglomerates? Why shall one be honed and impelled to conform to such identities? Such philology they impose! Such semanticism with no end to words! 


What vindication? Such broken glass in my face; what vindication? 


There exists none! 


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As I walk by in my lonely street I can’t help but wonder about the stars tonight like any awe induced being. Do animals awe? Well yes, they do. Such a stupid question. These stars are just full of awe though. These street lights feel the same. Perhaps it’s the contrast and vibrance that make it awe inducing. That stop sign sure look wierd to me, it’s not awe inducing, it’s almost unsettling how it feels. Why is it that vibrant and straight, so symmetrical? What is this uneasiness and vigilance? Something unhuman? Well obviously it’s unhuman, it’s a stop sign. Doesnt that mean everything awe inducing is human? Must we protect this feeling at all cost? For the sake of humanity? Destroy all that is callous? For peace? For solitude? 


Thus he appears:

What peace, what solitude? What have you impelled to impel? What do thy say to the enforcer of light? To the stars? The bright colors?

*exits


Such bewilderment; such divinity I hitherto acknowledge!  Inept you accuse me? I impel the light to do justice, not crime. I impel morality and to disdain unpleasantness. I impelled our destiny you forsakened beast! But to impel the impel is something different? Such philology with words! Such metaphysical anomalies! No human exists with your presence! 


Why so it seems, such vindication lies at the hearts of fools and lions. Addition or negation: they will succumb hitherto mankind’s everlasting words. 

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