I'm here to write a word or two. Life's strange, you know that? Actually, as wise men have said, life's a bucket of shit. You have yours, I have mine. It's all shit. It doesn't even look very different. I mean.. your shit ain't any better than mine, doesn't smell better, doesn't look better. It's still just shit.. in a bucket. It's life.

I am haunted by these words from a song - 'The Wretched' by Nine Inch Nails. They go as follows: The clouds will part and the sky cracks open and god himself will reach his fucking arm through just to push you down,
just to hold you down.
Do you get that? Do you? Do You really?

You even wonder where is it all heading? This.. process. The other day I was thinking about that and within my silent ramblings for an invisible audience, I called humans, and I quote (because I actually wrote it down) - "fucking robots, fucking breeding machines of rock, fucking bolts and screwes and wires, fucking factory equipment." I found the last bit especially interesting. And I mean interesting in the sense that one finds something interesting which he himself has thought of and written, but when he reads it, when he thinks about it for the second time, it appears as the creation of someone else. Yet it wasn't, it isn't. It's mine, all mine, and that among all my other rambling thoughts is what I will take with me to my grave.

You even think about honour and duty? "A man whose life has been dishonourable is not entitled to escape disgrace in death." Those words, belonging to Lucius Accius, are as pure as the heart of a newborn baby. What ever happened to honour? Family honour, personal honour, the honour which every man should protect until he dies by the hand of those who try to take it from him. Where did that go? When was it replaced with lucrativeness, selfishness and the individualistic desire to take without giving?
Today there remains little honour in the heart and mind of a modern man. They exist in a society built on empty values. And acts which may remind us the quest for honour, are rarely motivated by anything else but the worthless need to hurt, to kill, to torture, to silence, to rule, to command and - to weaken. This is especially common. To weaken. We weaken others to appear stronger ourselves. We do not raise above them, we force them lower.
When we should be building stairs, we dig graves. Instead of reaching higher, we aim to belittle. We should be looking into the future, but instead we retrive the past. We have lost the abilty of moving forward. All that's left are the two shivering legs that help us stand, but just barely. Because they too are tired. And they cannot keep a body so obese with hate, shortsightedness and superficiality, standing for much longer. The weight of our sins, not before any god, but before yourselves, is the very weight which will wear us all down. One by one or cutting down masses like we mow the lawn. It has no mercy just like we have had none for those who we have cut down. And each one will pay.