Tuesday, November 08, 2005

It'll Be Like...Old Times

"These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die,
like fire and powder which as they kiss, consume
"
--Friar Laurence, Romeo and Juliet

Why do we destroy? We ‘destroy’ because it is innately grown in us to do so. All through life, we have destroyed just as much as we have created, in lives AND in property. But I still haven’t answered why…

The first reason is because WE CAN. “…and God made Man in his own image” Genesis 1:27. What more of a power trip is there then to destroy something? What absolute proof of our awesomeness! The Party says in 1984 that “power is the ability to inflict pain on others”, which really stems from destruction.

Power is very innate within us as well. We hunger for power; it feels good to wield! On that note; even our deeply-rooted sexual desires are power-based. I mean, making a girl orgasm (that word is just so suited to italics lol) is a REAL proof of your power over her, right?

But I stray from our topic…another reason we destroy is because CHANGE is always necessary; and destruction is the same as change, really. No, actually, change and destruction are just bosom-buddies, for they both occur together. Always.

Its funny; we don’t like change…we do like destruction though :D and otherwise, where would the fun in change be?

And of course, destruction is needed because of our good friend balance. New life breeds destruction, just as destruction breeds new life (if Terranigma taught me ANYTHING…) How can you feel better unless you felt pain?

It goes around and around in circles, everything needing each other! Round and around and around!

…just like this post! Hmmm, I’ll shut up now :) anyways, my Psychology exam is over and I’ve gotta put my pen down…

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Perdeto Paradiso de la Comedia dell'Arte

Act One – In which our hero, Man, is travelling in the paradise created for Him, and comes upon a remnant of Himself, discovering His purpose.

Man is wandering and wondering one day, as He travels down His path. The path is a beautiful garden, created by God Himself for his finest creation. God called it ‘Eden’ or ‘Shangri-La’ (known in the angels tongue as the ‘Place of Learning’)

After some time, He comes across another Man dressed in a Roman Centurion uniform, who is lying half-dead on the ground.

“What’s wrong?” asks Man.

The glazed eyes of the Centurion looks up. “There is an unbeatable monster up ahead. It asked me to make a decision, and every time I ended up where I had just been, beaten and bloodied, and told to do it again!”

Man’s eyebrow raised.

“I’m lost” said the Centurion (who was now a young girl, who is whinging). “I’m sick of hurting, I can’t go on. I have suffered for aeons, and now I refuse to progress; I choose self-destruction…I’m too afraid to face It again…”

Man looks ahead and sets his face. “I will face It” he says, in a bold font.

The Man turns and walks, as the girl turns into a snake. “Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope!” it hisses (almost mockingly!)


Act 2 – In which dauntless Man finds himself at the mercy of the aforementioned monster, and is given the burden of being a higher being (and does not, unfortunately, help Obi-Wan Kenobi; rather ironically, he creates him)

After some time, we come across a sign-post, pointing to the left and right. Both signs are blank.

Beneath the post we see a rock, and upon it sits an old man (who curiously wears sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt)

“Hey!” cries Man……It doesn't move…

Man walks up and pokes It “…hey…HEY!! Wake up!”

And It does awaken (in a most comical fashion) and it was good.

"Hey yourself!" It cries, “Don’t you know better then to…wait you can see me? You must be the New Born…”

“I am NOT new!" Man cries, "There was one like me just back along the path! A centurion/girl/snake thing!”

“No there wasn’t”

And suddenly, like pressing the ‘reset’ button on an old SNES console, there WAS no such thing.

"I am Choice" It says to Man, “Here is where you first leave the womb, making choice; choose one of the paths”

Man points to the signs “But the posts are blank! What am a choosing from?!”

Choice shrugs, “Left or right, God or Satan, life or death, Deal or No Deal; it doesn't REALLY matter. Just make the choice, you damn fool!”

Man turns down one of his paths, and immediately feels his repercussions weighing upon him. He presses on…

Choice takes off Its sunglasses. Its eyes are Anarchy and Balance. “Now to wait for Him to come back and start complaining…”