"...God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live out lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hellbound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothig else. Existance is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turnig ts illusions to ice, shattering them. Does that answer your questions, doctor?"
 Somber_isis_Queen · Mon Jun 22, 2009 @ 09:04am · 0 Comments |
