Notes: On Humanity

We all decay, we all have this horrible affliction, this malaise of age.

Yet some take it more gracefully than others and I’m sure some insist upon inducing its effects.

All this. All this humanity. You wish to keep this? This rotting mass of flesh and vomit, seething as each limb becomes gangrenous then severed, only to be replaced by bloody vein lined tendril. Clenching out in horror as it realizes the vile nature of its existence.

Entropy and rebirth, forever and for what? You wish to boil this stagnant cauldron of fat and feces for eternity?

When the end is so near, the release from the flesh and the fury. Why not take it?

There is no good in the human animal.

There is only good in the human intellect.

Surrender your form. Become little more than a concept. An element.
Only then will you find freedom.