Enter my friend…
Where am I?
You are with yourself.
In isolation?
No, the individual is never merely one.
Am I fractured?
Has my poor fragile mind succumbed?
No, you are quite well. All too well, some would say.
Too healthy?
Yes, far too healthy.
A mind too pure - free of perversion and depravity - is miserably robust.
But…but…?
Living as the purest of the pure was utterly futile, because here you are on the verge…
Curse it all!
Yes, you learn well, albeit tragically tardy. Lessons of life come in hindsight, do they not?
Blasted jester! Quit your tricks!
Passion, do you not enjoy it? Anger, do you not enjoy the release? Do you not like freedom?
Where is…?
Paradise? The paradise promised to you was nothing but illusion. There is no such place. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…was this not what you were told? But paradise is benign, a nauseatingly innocuous place. It lulls the most vigorous into tranquil passivity.
Trickster, your contradiction betrays your dishonesty!
Contradiction, my friend, is certainly not the same as dishonesty. The promise of eternity is the highest artifice of duplicity.
Your tricks are useless…
My friend, you are in no position to go on as you do. Here, look down. This is your fate.
There is nothing but darkness…abject darkness. It is an abyss.
Come on my friend, do not slander the darkness with that word.
Abyss?
Yes, yes, that horrid word, the work of mongoloids. For what is light without darkness, or darkness without light?
But it is an abyss. There is no other way to describe it.
How can you know while standing up here? How can you judge without first exploring it?
But there is no return.
That is what you would like to think. It justifies cowardice. For what will you return to? The banal. The benign. The repetition?
Try as you might, you cannot push me into the depths.
I refuse to succumb. I refuse the plunge. I want to live.
Prudent choice, my friend. Until next time…
