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I Think Most Deeply When I Travel

I think most deeply when I travel.

The deeper I slip the greater my sight of the road upon which I travel is abandonded.

Continuing without question as to where this road may lead. I arrive somewhere often unintended.

I do not know whether I am being pulled to where I am going or pushed away from where I have been.

When I awaken from my thoughts I often must will a new course, not a course that backtracks but a course that pivots.

Music is the great multiplier for traveling: pinning, freeing, a compass, a blindfold. With music I become buoyant so that no wave or monster in this ocean can sink me forever. Without music my thoughts would surely have taken me somewhere irrevocable.\

-The Involuntary Hermit

A Case For Cryptic Writing

"Whoever knows he is deep, strives for clarity; whoever would like to appear deep to the crowd, strives for obscurity. For the crowd considers anything deep if only it cannot see to the bottom: the crowd is so timid and afraid of going into the water." -Nietzsche I often write in symbolism and aphorisms. This style is partially derived from a joy in unraveling the symbolism in other's writings (emulation) and the beauty which naturally accompanies symbolism. Aphorisms are easier to complete in a beautiful manner, for they too are accompanied by a natural beauty. Aphorisms are also very efficient. 
Being as fickle as I am I often find myself frequently betraying current beliefs and losing/gaining a desire to write at near random. When writing in aphorisms one can return at a later date and expand upon or explain those ideas which have remained constant.
There is a subtle but important difference between the obscure and the cryptic. The former, regardless of past experien…

Lament For Humanity

I know no drug more addictive or plague more virulent than morality, but who can slay such a monstrosity? I can think of many tales with great heroes or warriors who overcame seemingly insurmountable odds to defeat magnificent beasts of the flesh. I ask you now though: where are the stories of great heroes who defeated the dark and innumerable ideas rooted in the minds of men? To merely conquer the minds of others is not to slay the idea, but to enslave the mind in a new idea.

Out of nearly every great revolution of thought so too has the perpetuation of morality remained. The old god(s) are thrust out and replaced by something new. When will a hero rise up and free the minds of all of mankind?

To be free among slaves is the greatest slavery I have ever known! How can a bird survive an endless ocean with no land for rest? In other words, how can one live amorally among the moral?

I once was moral and moralized. I then thought to war with the virtue of those who moralize would be suffi…

Let Me Be Like Time

Let Me Be Like Time

Let me be like time, unwavering,
for I too often crumble at the gentlest breath.

Let me dilute hatred and bring forth joy anew,
for I too often spark rancor and erode smiling faces of stone.

Let me meditate upon a circle so perfectly balanced,
for I too often draw lines in the sand.

Let me bellow erratic cacophony whilst my ears are kissed by sweet songs from my father,
for I too often repeat myself, boring the present hour.

Let me flow relentlessly among boundless waters,
for I too often grasp at fleeting ideals.

Let me ruminate on the order of all things with a meticulous recollection,
for I too often lose sight of history and waste away my birthright.

Let me freely draft my destiny,
for I too often am hindered by the plans of others.

Let me be a serene dissonance,
for I too often tremble upon my foundations.

Let me be like time.

- The Involuntary Hermit

Once I Was Vanquish

Once I Was Vanquish

Once I was vanquish: destructive, thorough, and fair
My teeth were sharp and my hide was thick
No creature could withstand such a force unbent.

A dazzle of zebra roaming the plains, inside so rigid and square
I feast upon you epigones and apes, keep up with the herd, quick!
Terrified to think anew, too coward to dissent.

Sheath my sword, entomb my armor, sprout wings and fly away
I soar alone among the clouds, with eyes of an eagle I gaze
While those people I left below say "look, how small he is from afar!"

I now reside so far away that none can feel my warmth
Those who dare to venture close lack the skin to leave unscathed
I have become a magnificent, distant star.

Raze your statues to the ground, put ink beneath your skin
Brandish your stripes and administer virtue, defend your ersatz society
Come together and democratize, determine the mortal sins
The pathway to utopia awaits, just renounce your true variety

Man is no concern to us Titans for they wil…