søndag 18. desember 2011

A place there is, where proudly raised there stands, a huge aspiring rock,neighbouring the skies, Whose surly brow imperiously commands the sea his bounds, that at his proud feet lies; And spurns the waves, that in rebellious bands assault his empire, and against him rise; Under whose craggy government there was a niggard narrow way for men to pass. And let the world get freedom for it's people...


Why do the world have so many despots
ruling the world.
Thinking they own the country and the
people living there ?...


To create inside our self a political state,
with parties and revolutions,
and we being all of this, being God in the
real pantheon of this People-Myself, 
essence and action of their bodies,
of their souls, of the earth they tread and
the acts they perform.
To be all this, to be them and not them.
Oh, well ! This is still one of the dreams
I cannot fulfill. If I did, I'd die perhaps; 
I don't know why but one's not supposed 
to live after such and enormous sacrilege 
against God, such an enormous usurpation 
of the divine power to be all things.


To feign is to know oneself...


All true emotion is a lie to the intelligence
since emotion doesn't  fit it.
Accordingly, all true emotion is falsely
expressed.
Expressing oneself is saying what one 
doesn't feel....

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