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The First World War destroyed anything beautiful that existed within the human spirit You cannot simply walk away from industrial mass slaughter unaltered You cannot hide it behind decades later mass slaughters of equal importance You cannot hide behind getting excited for next mass slaughter WW1 may have been the force that killed anyone’s feelings of honor or bravery in war And that’s almost as great a tragedy as all the bloodlines severed War and violence and conflict will always be with us It is deep within all animal DNA and no matter how many daisies are put into the barrels of rifles you will never escape it There is a great tragedy to violence but at times there is a beauty and there is a necessity When the Soviet forces finally breached the walls of the Führerbunker Don’t you think they were smiling? Reality is never black and white It is shades of tragedy, shame, beauty, and glory It may be seen as “Eurocentric” of me, among other things, to carry WW1 with this weight It was not a purely European conflict of course, but the main theater was Besides, I am descended from Europeans, and some nights when all is silent I wonder if I can hear my ancestors weeping Or are they screaming? We as a species have allowed our greatest inheritance to be squandered Pure wild nature We have sold it for same Starbucks coffee shop in every college town, Kroger, and corner of New York City We sold the forests for New York City Are some sins unforgivable? In the place of the old growths we build buildings of subjective beauty Subjective beauty always bows to objective beauty Yes, there is objective beauty Buildings that are built in the Brutalist style are subjectively beautiful Forests, undeveloped fields of flowers, the rushing flow of a river THESE ARE THINGS OF OBJECTIVE BEAUTY To argue otherwise makes you a liar or a coward Unironic nihilists have none of my respect They simply do not deserve it If you want to be taken seriously find something greater than yourself Something outside yourself Something that came before you, exists above you, and will be there long after you are not That’s why I chose God and Nature Some see these as interchangeable I do not but I’m not here to split hairs The problem with modern society is we have become ironic nihilists, which is almost as bad Everything becomes chalked up to subjectivity We crack jokes about how it’s all meaningless and eventually down the line we believe it This is a pathetic cope The meaning of our lives, like the objectively beauty of nature, has been bought or stolen You were not born to consume product You were not born to work and make things of cheap plastic You were not born to enjoy next superhero movie, twice a year, every year, until you die To our ancestors our lives now must seem like decades long suicide pacts I want out of this state of unliving We were born to be physically strong We were born to create things of beauty We were born to meet hardships, embrace conflict, overcome them, conquer them become something superior to what you once were YOU WERE BORN TO BE ALIVE CREATE THE MEANING IN YOUR LIFE IF YOU HAVE TO Just please Don’t be a nihilist I try to take my multivitamin and multi mineral vitamin every single morning Maybe a fish oil pill or two throughout the day I have become consumed with the idea of getting more sun on my skin I have been consumed with the idea of improving my gut bacteria I want to talk about these things without sounding like Patrick Bateman To improve your inner flora it is recommended you replace processed and fried foods with sauerkraut, kimchi, yogurt, kefir, or something along those lines I know sunshine and sauerkraut aren’t going to fix your depression or rid you of your years of trauma But there’s no shame in trying On Friday I bought a full 16oz jar of kimchi and proceeded to eat the entire thing in less than 24 hours I will never apologize I will never feel shame I scream all of these things into a bathroom mirror when I am alone I wrote this poem for myself I wrote it for all of you I want out of this soul crushing alienating techno industrial hellscape I want the nightmare to end but I’m in too deep If I melt down my cell phone, crash my car into an empty Wendy’s, and make it my moral and ethical duty to take down the power grid, I may get expelled from grad school I might get arrested I might just be forgotten So for sake of legality I cannot endorse looking up how a cheap bandsaw can cut down a cell tower I do no endorse bringing the technological nightmare to its knees for the good of all living things I do not endorse arson, even when no one gets hurt It’s a mean world out there I only endorse breaking free Any way you can
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
I Don’t Know Where The Forests End And Heaven Begins
The First World War destroyed anything beautiful that existed within the human spirit You cannot simply walk away from industrial mass slaughter unaltered You cannot hide it behind decades later mass slaughters of equal importance You cannot hide behind getting excited for next mass slaughter WW1 may have been the force that killed anyone’s feelings of honor or bravery in war And that’s almost as great a tragedy as all the bloodlines severed War and violence and conflict will always be with us It is deep within all animal DNA and no matter how many daisies are put into the barrels of rifles you will never escape it There is a great tragedy to violence but at times there is a beauty and there is a necessity When the Soviet forces finally breached the walls of the Führerbunker Don’t you think they were smiling? Reality is never black and white It is shades of tragedy, shame, beauty, and glory It may be seen as “Eurocentric” of me, among other things, to carry WW1 with this weight It was not a purely European conflict of course, but the main theater was Besides, I am descended from Europeans, and some nights when all is silent I wonder if I can hear my ancestors weeping Or are they screaming? We as a species have allowed our greatest inheritance to be squandered Pure wild nature We have sold it for same Starbucks coffee shop in every college town, Kroger, and corner of New York City We sold the forests for New York City Are some sins unforgivable? In the place of the old growths we build buildings of subjective beauty Subjective beauty always bows to objective beauty Yes, there is objective beauty Buildings that are built in the Brutalist style are subjectively beautiful Forests, undeveloped fields of flowers, the rushing flow of a river THESE ARE THINGS OF OBJECTIVE BEAUTY To argue otherwise makes you a liar or a coward Unironic nihilists have none of my respect They simply do not deserve it If you want to be taken seriously find something greater than yourself Something outside yourself Something that came before you, exists above you, and will be there long after you are not That’s why I chose God and Nature Some see these as interchangeable I do not but I’m not here to split hairs The problem with modern society is we have become ironic nihilists, which is almost as bad Everything becomes chalked up to subjectivity We crack jokes about how it’s all meaningless and eventually down the line we believe it This is a pathetic cope The meaning of our lives, like the objectively beauty of nature, has been bought or stolen You were not born to consume product You were not born to work and make things of cheap plastic You were not born to enjoy next superhero movie, twice a year, every year, until you die To our ancestors our lives now must seem like decades long suicide pacts I want out of this state of unliving We were born to be physically strong We were born to create things of beauty We were born to meet hardships, embrace conflict, overcome them, conquer them become something superior to what you once were YOU WERE BORN TO BE ALIVE CREATE THE MEANING IN YOUR LIFE IF YOU HAVE TO Just please Don’t be a nihilist I try to take my multivitamin and multi mineral vitamin every single morning Maybe a fish oil pill or two throughout the day I have become consumed with the idea of getting more sun on my skin I have been consumed with the idea of improving my gut bacteria I want to talk about these things without sounding like Patrick Bateman To improve your inner flora it is recommended you replace processed and fried foods with sauerkraut, kimchi, yogurt, kefir, or something along those lines I know sunshine and sauerkraut aren’t going to fix your depression or rid you of your years of trauma But there’s no shame in trying On Friday I bought a full 16oz jar of kimchi and proceeded to eat the entire thing in less than 24 hours I will never apologize I will never feel shame I scream all of these things into a bathroom mirror when I am alone I wrote this poem for myself I wrote it for all of you I want out of this soul crushing alienating techno industrial hellscape I want the nightmare to end but I’m in too deep If I melt down my cell phone, crash my car into an empty Wendy’s, and make it my moral and ethical duty to take down the power grid, I may get expelled from grad school I might get arrested I might just be forgotten So for sake of legality I cannot endorse looking up how a cheap bandsaw can cut down a cell tower I do no endorse bringing the technological nightmare to its knees for the good of all living things I do not endorse arson, even when no one gets hurt It’s a mean world out there I only endorse breaking free Any way you can
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
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