Truth is Black
I see no wrong in living shamefully for the sake of writing beautifully. Life is finite, but words? Words are... They are our infinite legacy. As I see it, some of us must trudge about in the trenches of humanities darkness, so we may know what we are through and through. I am no saint. I am a sinner that bears the names of two prophets. The irony is uncanny. Cosmic indifference has made itself know to me through the madness that is man. It is not that your god does not love us, but that he has given us everything we need to save ourselves. I am convinced God prays for us all before the black of night. Sheath thy sword! For those that live by the pen die by the pen. I see an unfathomable stupidity in humanity, it is nearly unforgivable because it is a deliberate choice. For all one has to do is but read! I am certain writing will follow. However, these are the dreams of a fool. I am a fool of fools. So leave me to my dreary; leave me to my shadows and things on the far side of despair. For in darkness I eagerly wait for the eternal silence, but first I'll write about it and write some more. Till then I remain that truth is black for only death knows all of man's secrets. Therefore only death knows truth.