Scribbling
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“What good could it do to being pretentious? We need evil, we need that devil along with those evil acts and thoughts or how good our pretensions would be. An apparent feeling of being a hero gets over us in fraction of seconds and we could never help savoir it, and act as if in reality. This is such a feeling, and who would deny such feeling that makes one feel as it is worth it, worth several lives, where meaning of life mattered, may be not for self but so many others, Oh how divine, one feels as if descending through clouds of titans and Indra, in a picture perfect pose to save those fictitious victims. Who knew one would become victims himself in the process, knowingly or unknowingly, only to realize later, there never was any one to save, but only to be cursed. It all had to end. Alas!”
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“What good could it do to being pretentious? We need evil, we need that devil along with those evil acts and thoughts or how good our pretensions would be. An apparent feeling of being a hero gets over us in fraction of seconds and we could never help savoir it, and act as if in reality. This is such a feeling, and who would deny such feeling that makes one feel as it is worth it, worth several lives, where meaning of life mattered, may be not for self but so many others, Oh how divine, one feels as if descending through clouds of titans and Indra, in a picture perfect pose to save those fictitious victims. Who knew one would become victims himself in the process, knowingly or unknowingly, only to realize later, there never was any one to save, but only to be cursed. It all had to end. Alas!”
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