Comments on: To Dine On Flesh

By: Sinfulskitz

Sinfulskitz — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 21:42:28 +0000

Why do you keep asking questions and expecting an answer from him? Read with your eyes open this time.

By: Formless777

Formless777 — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 10:45:07 +0000

Speak not of feeble fears, nor darkness as transcendent. Such are ignorance by another name. Those possessed by a mind of strong intent have no primitive fears, and will dissect the source of such if it should amuse them. Those whom human worship in their ignorance they soon disdain and ultimately devour. Symbols are ignorance to the wise, like handles, grasped for the purpose of manipulating those so attached. Symbols contain no truths of themselves. Those who are free lack or overcome their fear and walk untrammeled in night or day. Speak of some trivial doom if you need an audience, but why do you need an audience ? Attachment.

By: Alice

Alice — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 03:25:01 +0000

Then you must be the voice.

Mon berceau s’adossait à la bibliothèque,
Babel sombre, où roman, science, fabliau,
Tout, la cendre latine et la poussière grecque,
Se mêlaient. J’était haut comme un in-folio.
Deux voix me parlaient. L’une, insidieuse et ferme,
Disait: «La Terre est un gâteau plein de douceur;
Je puis (et ton plaisir serait alors sans terme!)
Te faire un appétit d’une égale grosseur.»
Et l’autre: «Viens! oh! viens voyager dans les rêves,
Au delà du possible, au delà du connu!»
Et celle-là chantait comme le vent des grèves,
Fantôme vagissant, on ne sait d’où venu,
Qui caresse l’oreille et cependant l’effraie.
Je te répondis: «Oui! douce voix!» C’est d’alors
Que date ce qu’on peut, hélas! nommer ma plaie
Et ma fatalité. Derrière les décors
De l’existence immense, au plus noir de l’abîme,
Je vois distinctement des mondes singuliers,
Et, de ma clairvoyance extatique victime,
Je traîne des serpents qui mordent mes souliers.
Et c’est depuis ce temps que, pareil aux prophètes,
J’aime si tendrement le désert et la mer;
Que je ris dans les deuils et pleure dans les fêtes,
Et trouve un goût suave au vin le plus amer;
Que je prends très souvent les faits pour des mensonges,
Et que, les yeux au ciel, je tombe dans des trous.
Mais la voix me console et dit: «Garde tes songes:
Les sages n’en ont pas d’aussi beaux que les fous!»

By: A Questioner

A Questioner — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 04:25:53 +0000

I suspected you would say that. Unfortunate, but nothing ventured nothing gained. I look forward to your future posts.

By: Mr. Welldone

Mr. Welldone — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 01:56:26 +0000

Hello.

a questioner. Indeed, you have satisfied my curiosities. You are not yet ready.

Atropos. Breathtaking.

Mercy. I no longer play the violin.

By: Mercy

Mercy — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:30:25 +0000

Forgive me, but I feel like I must ask this, Mr. Welldone… If you are who I think you are, do you still play the violin?

If I am correct, I hope I do not offend or otherwise trouble you with this inquiry. If you are not, I apologize for what must seem like a silly, nonsensical, or possibly even goading question.

Whether you are who I think (hope?) or someone else, this remains the same: I very sincerely look forward to your words, and truly thank you for sharing them with us.

By: Atropos

Atropos — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 14:02:13 +0000

A cannibal I urge you be,
Dine on thine, and thou, and me.
Sip the supping liquid eyes,
For Creation it would perilize,
The arm, only ever used to beat,
Is far more useful served as meat,
Slit the belly, eat the rot within,
And spare the world another sin.

By: King_Rat

King_Rat — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 02:30:59 +0000

Hm…I wonder what it tastes like to dine on a fellow sentient. I have to admit that I find the idea amusing and disgusting at the same time. Personally, I find the entire ordeal utterly useless. Just another show of decadence and proof of humanity’s so called evolution.

But I’m rambling and each sentence if followed by a sigh of boredom. I won’t be asking any high-minded questions and await an answer like a greek hero in front of an oracle. I’m only passing by, tipping my hat to you, before I go to bed.

“Good Night, young sir. May the stars ward off whatever nightmares haunt your dreams.”

By: a questioner

a questioner — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 18:16:23 +0000

I seek true understanding, not an assumption of truth simply because someone else told me it was so. I accept there are depths to Fear that are beyond my current understanding, certainly. I am well aware that perception itself molds reality, but perception can be fooled and only real understanding can defend against false perceptions, thus only clear perspective can hold against false reality. If reality itself may be so molded, then good and evil are merely points that are fluid, shifting between one perceiver and another. If the only reason I am considered to be human is simply because others see me to be so, then my humanity itself is already a lie. Acceptance of that lie means submission to an illusion, and that illusion will forever bar one from real understanding. In such a case, no true understanding can ever arise as the foundation of all you have come to believe is already flawed at its core. Denial of one’s own darkest Fears leads to much the same conclusion, as one gazes merely at the parts one finds pleasing rather than dealing with the truth of what IS, and surrendering the only power one has to confront it. As to acceptance of the Dark itself, as you put it? To deny that would be to deny certain questions, perhaps the greatest questions simply because you fear what that knowledge might bring. Without questions, no truth can arise, without truth, no knowledge can arise, and without knowledge no understanding may form. One who is without understanding is already adrift and helpless, but is too blind to see it. Does this answer your questions?

By: Mr. Welldone

Mr. Welldone — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 13:07:25 +0000

Hello.

MidnightGirl. Foolish and trite.

Anonymous. In this world, masters and minions are merely defined by one’s perceptions.

I am neither master nor minion.

I am the End.

My constant movement towards that End gives me the greatest and most wondrous of joy.

a questioner. You analyze well it seems, but do you seek the Dark?

Do you understand and accept the depths of Fear?

Do you understand that reality is yours to shape and mold as you see fit?

Such understanding may bend your mind into breaking and cast you into a world where the values you subconsciously espouse of what is Good and what is Evil, as one who is part of humanity, will have no meaning; into a world from whence you cannot ever return.

What makes you human in the eyes of human society will be destroyed and you will be more alone than you previously thought possible.

Only your acceptance of your Darkest Fears and the Dark Itself will serve as your comforts.

Is this what you seek?

Think on this.

I await your response with the greatest and most wondrous of joy.