UniversalKinase

Pitch black is the blade, in the whispering night and yet though moonlight shines upon it no shadow does it cast Such it is with much that is truly evil, to those who only look where it is not It strikes at the mind and the heart yet no mark does it leave, except within them little evidence is there of its passage through the world but those invisible festering wounds from whence its malice is unfurled and lays waste Too well you know of this, of the monstrosity of man I shall not here expound upon the symptoms My eyes instead trail to the blade and the one who holds it.

What stories there are within our gnarled branches. What mercurial truths reside within our hearts. In the fullness of time, all life is intertwined.

The stream flows swiftly as the rain falls down. The rocks beneath its shallow surface fade quickly into gloom. The lichens have unfurled and are rejoicing in the dim mist. Along the banks, grasses quiver in the gentle breeze. Purple Archangels bloom by the score, but I find myself wishing to peek beneath their velvety leaves to learn what secrets they are hiding. The birds are muted in this weather, but their soft chirps are still comforting. Cars, the bane of reason, blight of this age, roll past on my left in a cascade of hissing roars. Yet, in the blessed moments where they grow distant, I am almost at peace. The gentle rush of water, that is what I seek. Yet now my path has strayed from the stream's edge. Do I force my way through the high grass to sit a while on its wet banks, or do I consent to be separated from that which I love? The wind takes on a chill, and I pause, considering. A flit of movement at the horizon draws my eye. A flag flies on a distant hill. I do not

fallen bones lie still from whence came their old movement? gone, it is now gone

Nihilism: the rejection of everything. Contrary to many critics, I hold that nihilism is not stupid. It's not stupid intellectually. It's not stupid emotionally. However, it is purely destructive. Nihilism can be a rational and self-protecting response to circumstances of sufficient disillusionment. In moderation, as a cleansing fire that burns away nonsense, it isn't necessarily bad. Yet, those flames burn you too, and they hurt, they really do hurt, even when you're numb from them. Sometimes though, the pain of that fire is less than the pain of something else. I said it was purely destructive, and it is, but there are some things that need to be destroyed. Say not that this set of ideas, that grows out of something vital in the human soul, has no purpose. Yet, those flames will burn you hollow. If left to consume as they wish, they will take from you all that you ever wanted, all that you ever loved, everything you have to fight for, and every reason you have to live. I know of