Writing and Evil; Gluttony of Love

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Writing at its apex is a scale holding both good and evil possibilities, and it is evil which outweighs the good.

The human condition favors the perception of evil over good. How long forgotten all the cherished and rooted moments, erased from the mind just months later. The nature of evil is persistent in the way it sticks to the mind. I clearly remember my moments of crisis in crystalline detail, unlike the fuzzy face of the good. Good things inspire a collective wash of pleasant things, evil things individually focus each point into the soul and brands it with the mark of the fall. Evil things are individually remembered; good things, outside the realm of ecstasy, are collectively remembered.

The scale is the human condition.

Writing at its finest is, in reality, equivalent to God's grammar. Creation ex nihilo. In the beginning God created everything; writing is the pointed act of creating a particular something.

The human favor of evil over good is the well of ink for the pen.

Few are educated in rhetoric or logic, which is indifferent. At its finest, an evocative piece of writing is internally ironclad. The gap in its armor is the reader's ability to reject its most foundational premise. The lack of education is the lack of such an ability; the lack of education is the paper for the pen.

See: defunding of education.

Such writing has an ambiguously felt texture. The creation of an inevitable texture coupled with the human condition is the foundation for evil.

The above conditions, carefully architected with inevitability yet written with simple language, are the only necessary conditions to recruit ordinary neighbors into monsterhood.

The pen, or language more broadly, recruits the swords at mass.

I must fear authors more than even dictators.

The essence of God is in the material realm. The most fundamental unit is that which comprises atoms. Or perhaps, in its most atomic form, as the necessary laws of everything. Entropy.

The personified God is a delusion.

The personified human is a delusion.

The human is nothing more than a beast with an unusual degree of cognition. It is only of the love for this cognition, and only through that love, which humanity deludes itself into being above beasts.

All material things necessarily exist. All necessary things are both the product of God's essence and simply of God's essence.

The love of the cognition and the belief humans are above thinghood, or the gouging of the eyes.

We must recognize both our material essence and our ontological essence. We must shatter our love of our delusions.

Only the essence of things must remain.

To lay in a likened field of mud and consent to the vultures, or the consent of God's reality as shattering light.

I'm sorry.