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User:arradesh (315231)
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Name:arradesh
Location:Vault 13
E-mail:l.lawliet@bigstring.com
Bio:Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal; that all things appear as they do only by virtue of the delicate individual physical and mental media through which we are made conscious of them; but the prosaic materialism of the majority condemns as madness the flashes of super-sight which penetrate the common veil of obvious empiricism. Man's respect for the imponderables varies according to his mental constitution and environment. Through certain modes of thought and training it can be elevated tremendously, yet there is always a limit. The man or nation of high culture may acknowledge to great lengths the restraints imposed by conventions and honour, but beyond a certain point primitive will or desire cannot be curbed. Denied anything ardently desired, the individual or state will argue and parley just so long — then, if the impelling motive be sufficiently great, will cast aside every rule and break down every acquired inhibition, plunging viciously after the object wished; all the more fantastically savage because of previous repression.

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

Theosophists have guessed at the awesome grandeur of the cosmic cycle wherein our world and human race form transient incidents. They have hinted at strange survivals in terms which would freeze the blood if not masked by a bland optimism. But it is not from them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden eons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it. That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from an accidental piecing together of separated things.


The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question the past very closely. We must recognise the essential underlaying savagery in the animal called man, and return to older and sounder principles of national life and defense. We must realise that man's nature will remain the same so long as he remains man; that civilisation is but a slight coverlet beneath which the dominant beast sleeps lightly and ever ready to awake.

It is good to be a cynic — it is better to be a contented cat — and it is best not to exist at all. Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world — we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice and childish fear of the dark. If we were sensible we would seek death — the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed. But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy. There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself.
Interests:124: [insert your religion here], a perfect circle, abnormal, acceptance, adema, agnostic, aiden, alcohol, alice in chains, all things post apocalyptic, animals, anime, anne rice, annoying people, anthrax, anti-censorship, anti-government, anti-homophobe, anti-racism, anti-sexism, arachnids, art, astrology, atreyu, audioslave, avenged sevenfold, bad language, bad weather, being goofy, below 0 temperatures, black, black metal, black sabbath, blasphemy, caffeine, candles, cats, cemeteries, chains, change, chaos, charles manson, christian death, chrono trigger, coal chamber, coheed and cambria, computers, concerts, controversy, cowboy bebop, creativity, crime books, cynicism, dyed hair, edgar allan poe, extreme weather, fallout, fallout 2, fallout brotherhood of steel, fallout pen and paper, fallout tactics, fallout warfare, fantasy, fencing, ff1, ff2, ff3, ff4, ff6, fire, fishing, fishnets, fog, forgotten realms, freedom, gaming, ghost stories, ghosts, god4bid, graphic design, graphics, graveyards, green day, grunge, guitars, guns n roses, gyspies, halloween, hatebreed, haunted places, hauntings, hearses, heavy metal, horror, horror books, horror movies, html, humor, imperfection, impulsiveness, individuality, insanity, intellectuals, interplay, machinae supremacy, muse, solty rei, travel, trigun, trying to get lost, type o negative, underoath, unearth, unique people, vodka, walking in the rain, wandering, wednesday 13, weezer, winter, writing, x/1999, xenogears, zombies
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