O Aγαπημένος τροβαδούρος της ψυχής μου.... Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb: what have we become? What have we chosen to be? Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of our name - nothing can ever be the same now the Immortals are here. At the time, it seemed a reasonable course to harness all the force of life without the threat of death, but soon we found that boredom and inertia are not negative, but all the law we know and dead are Will and words like survival. Arrival at immunity from all age, all fear and all end.... Why do I pretend? Our essence is distilled and all familiar taste is now drained and though purity is maintained it leaves us sterile, living through the millions of years, a laugh as close as any tear.... Living, if you claim that all that entails is breathing, eating, defecating, screwing, drinking, spewing, sleeping, sinking ever down and down and ultimately passing away time which no longer has any meaning.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 10:33:45 +0000
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