Journal entry of an immortal evil mastermind. (fictional)
March 24, 2013, 01:46:am
Today for a long time of keeping myself away from mortal affairs. I was contacted by a very selfish man of power. He simply asked "How do I make the government I work for that is too small, bigger?" I pondered for less than a second, before answering. "Take away the power any common person can have, take away the ability to defend themselves. In turn they will become more reliant on your government for protection,and will not object to raises in taxes, that are "for their own good". He paused for a few seconds thinking about what I had said. "They will revolt, if we take their weapons from them, they won't stand for it, this will cause anarchy" In reply I laughed and said. "Of course it will, make them more expensive, make restrictions on who can and who can not have them. While doing so, show the people who don't have weapons, violence caused by weapons so that they will fear owning one. Do this over time, and eventually, when everyone can not defend themselves, take away all they have. Place blinds on their eyes, so they can not see you do this to them. In this way, you will have your bigger government."
Very few people will read this. Maybe just you and me. I'm not writing it for either of us. I'm writing it because I read the header to my journal that was written some time ago. I usually don't read what I write. That's not necessarily true. As I wrote the header myself long ago, here, early in the morning as I've watched the sun come up I finally went back and read those thoughts; something from another mood, feeling; something from another time.
I like change. Just as I saw the soft glow begin in the east to become today I will see the sun set and see another quiet night. Our lives are full of those possibilities; to be there when it happens; to let things either fill our mind or let things out that have some origin within us. Maybe to write a few words nonsensical to some but meaningful to others. I've always written not to be read but just to write. I have no idea where my words may take me but it's that taking that is the adventure of the moment. It's not wasted time but rather time itself used by that moment. The words are left behind maybe to be found by eyes that are caught... for that moment.
I believe writing is to see not just what you have done but rather to suppose about things you've seen or heard or maybe know something of. Maybe I know something about myself. I surely know there are so many things I know nothing of. They are there. Are they waiting for me? Something in a book on the top shelf in a used bookstore or the forgotten corner of a library. There's a dusty book laying on the table in the drive way wanting notice while people look through the old baby clothes or fishing poles with those short dreams we can all have. What is it we need to do? I think it's simply to stop.
That's the way writing is. You begin and then at some point you stop. No matter. It's never done. It's a reflection of life itself. It's knowing everything we can conceive either through what we learn or dream or actually know will be gone some day. That doesn't mean it's temporary. It's just a fact of how life works. No. It's not here today and gone tomorrow. That's a thought. It's knowing that there is a forever that some things and maybe even most will not survive to see. It is the perception of infinity but from our perspective. One time around. One day.
One day we all get to think ahead. We all can see behind. We know or we know not what to make of these thoughts. Maybe it's only something to do that we all do to bring on more questions. Of course not all questions have answers and those who expect can not only be disappointed but not see an end to a quest that stopped itself as they pondered on. We can do that; ponder. We can admire or revere or at those simple times, understand.
I don't think we need to. I mean understand; meaning not everything. There will always be questions and you know that there will always be an answer but they may not be in the same time and we would be in different circumstances if we still existed before that answer would be found. Do you understand?
So I watched dark turn to light and will see the light fade simply because I ride a planet around a star and I can even determine to the minute when something is going to occur; light and darkness. The time before; the time now; the time to come; I will ponder. When I want? I will write something of what I think and then revisit that as time has passed. Who was I? Well, you read this. I will one day too. In a way that is how writing causes us to think; to meet; maybe to understand. Of course... maybe not.
I joined this site still stuck with this stupid username but never thought about changing it either way it's been some crazy fun on this site and I hope to make it 8 more fucking years. I want to thank all of you whether I've known you for these 8 years or not you guys fucking rule
Mood: ekfhvrbyhljtrghve Music: Blutengel - Save Our Souls
Someone starts crap online, typical. They say something negative first you reply with something negative. They bring in a administrator or moderator that is friends with the person who intialized the online meaningless fight, but you get banned from chat. It isn't a big deal, but I am pretty sure I am not the only one who gets tired of either egotistical admins or moderators that don't follow rules, or people who favor others, and comply with their wants, instead of what needs to happen. That's what you get by getting volunteers with too much free time, who are too involved with chat socially to be unbiased. If you are over 18, and you start an exchange of harsh words in chat, then deal with it, don't use it as a way to get someone banned who didn't start it. If anyone else agrees we need new unbiased admins, leave a comment below with who you think needs to go.