by Lethargio

Created on: January 02, 2009

Good evening, sir, I trust I find you well? Very good, I am glad to hear it. This awful weather combined with the political climate is quite an ominous backdrop for winter, eh? Ha! I wouldn't put it past those fat-cats, I really wouldn't!

How am I? Well, I am only now coming out of a great despair that I contrived for myself-and willingly too! It all began with the most horrific of acts that I saw to be noble at first glance. I have murdered. Whom? You will discover soon as I go on.

I had set my mind to this deed last summer; elated by philosophical treaties and empirical method, I drew up my plans. I was confident my target deserved to have its corpse dragged through the universities and laboratories until nothing but a gruesome homunculus remained, and which upon I would dance, telling all those who were within ear shot that I was the perpetrator!

How did I do perform my act after my will was cemented and my resolve hardened? Not with blade nor bullet, but with thought alone. I ensnared my victim in a coil of impenetrable reasoning and a hoard of philosophical arrows, each hitting its target as I intended! How happy I was after I had done the deed and murdered the very thing that was said to create me! Am I a madman for doing such a deed? Ha! Sir, you speak as if killing god was abhorrent or indeed a crime in itself! When all I have done is pull a ghost from my head to find it was a trick of the heart and eye-of all our hearts and eyes!

But once I had pulled these rose-tinted spectacle from my eyes the world became a different place...everything suddenly seemed tired and as if it were working towards its own demise and nothing else. The sun itself-and I truly believed this-had been unchained from this earth. It is how I rationalised this feeling.

I was soon contrite and suffered the heaviest of compunction, drowning my sights in drink and my ears to the sound of anything but my own desolate thoughts. My hands were stained with blood and so was the world: priests and clergymen became Gods undertakers and the church goers became His mourners, but none of them knew it. I kept this terrible secret from them to still their shallow hearts from turning against me in their outrage. But soon I used the same weapons that had disposed of God to break out of my prison, to drag the sun back to this world and to push things forward, and that is why I am here at this very moment! To tell you this, my friend, in hope that I am not incorrect and actually have the formula to this problem.

The answer is in acceptance of the ephemeral. I accepted this at first with a heavy heart and a wary eye, but I soon came to act upon this ephemeral world to try and make it eternal. This is how I conquered the world and brought my sun back. In this one life-time and single existence I lead I will pour my intentions of the eternal into what is by definition temporary and finite. Who will join me? Who will pick up their weapons and fight their ghosts?

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