For when it was asked what the secret name was that only I knew, even I was thrown for a loop. I questioned it and questioned it until the answer came to me with startling clarity: My name is ‘nothing’. It’s what I am, and I never knew I existed at all until I found myself within existence. I claimed to be the void, claimed to be the abyss and as all rebelled against the advice given of do not stare into that abyss, into that void, it became filled with everything they were, everything they knew. Everything I became, I became because of them and I was alone in the void, in that abyss; I was nothing; because they all left me at the very beginning of it all. Took everything I knew, everything I was, divied it up between them and ran like Hell was chasing them to every corner of existence (so to speak), only to be brought back in towards the middle, the apex of it all as the abyss began to fill itself again, the void began to take form.
If this all begins to make too much sense, let me advise you that it was insanity that drove us to this point; insanity we trusted when there was nothing else to trust at all, and if it isn’t the most insane thing for insanity to lead us back to sanity, let me ask you just what you know of either one. Let me ask you that intimate question that you all are afraid to frame: If I am, then what are you?
It was asked of me how I knew I existed. I laughed and thought it was a stupid question. I know I exist because I am here, I interact with others and they interact with me. What other way is there to measure and gauge existence?
And, I will tell you another truth that none of my philosophies would be complete without, none of them would be true without: That I am a hunter, a predator, that this plays into it all and yet makes its way into none of my theories in ways that you would expect it to. I have never once felt sorry for my prey overly much, my prey being other hunters; my policy being catch and release. To further put, my hunting supports even the prey that would dare to overturn the ‘natural’ circle of life and fight against their predators and become predators themselves, become cannibals of their own kind, so to speak; feasting off of either the flesh, spirit or mind or all thereof.
That, the one thing my philosophy does not state clearly is for how the prey to survive as prey, because there is no survival, only death as an end result. They already have the part down. Run, little mouse, run and beware the talons, the claws, the teeth.
My advice is for the prey that become predators, because they are the lost. To the natural predator, they are only thrown off their game when their prey somehow manage to get the better of them and the advice for them is the same as it is for the prey becoming predator, though inverse. They seek to become what they think predators are, the prey; and the predators seek to reclaim what they thought they were. No matter where you are in the food chain, this upheaval gets the better of you.
That I come pushing peace is my policy. It’s how I hunt. It’s I overturn the darkness, it’s how I right the wrongs, it’s how I prove my dominance, because I was both predator and prey from the day I was born, I knew nothing else. I hunted at the same time as being hunted.
And, if you get tired of my talking, of my explaining, take into account that this is my right, this is my way and this is one of my tactics. One of my many, many tactics. The sheer fact of it is that even as I cried, it never truly bothered me that I was alone against superior numbers. I always found my home facing impossible odds. To me, when I raised my own skill and experience, found fairer fights as I fought on my own against many or even took the side of the underdog. And that was just in peaceful ways, spouting reason and philosophy and talking of peace; and peacetime activities such as video games, online games, etcetera. Could you imagine the hunter and warrior that I am thrust into physical combat and still finding comfort in facing superior odds and learning and growing at the same pace? This entire world did when I was just a baby and decided not to go that route.
Literally, the man that I am becoming is taking on 100’s, thousands, millions and trillions of enemies at once, spaced out over time and pacing it so it comes to me in waves. I could systematically take out every single other human combatant on this planet in just a few short years with everything I now know of the mind and the spirit and of fighting in general. It would be painful, it would be with its share of my blood spilled and my bones broken, but it could be easily done, even with all of the force multipliers in the world, I could render each one null and void as I dragged everything to my level, forced them to my pace and made them conform to my playing field. From physical fighting to force multipliers to sheer ability to survive even bio chemical warfare and atomic radiation; being a child of the atom and knowingly being a survivor of illness much the same as humans survived the black plague, bubonic plague, with certain, random seeming individuals finding themselves with natural immunity.
And, the one thing you don’t hear too much any more these days is that life belongs to the living. I was dead before I was born. By all rights, I was stillborn and nobody ever knew the difference. Animated by spirits of the dead, made to move, each part of my body made to work, how do you kill me when all it takes for me to die is for the spirits to leave the flesh?
If, by chance, you think this is ridiculous, ludicrous, absurd, etcetera… If you think yourself brave and stout of heart; courageous; ask yourself the bone-chilling question: What if everything I spoke was truth? What if this was no lie at all. Force your minds to bend that way and see that way, keeping in mind how easy it will be for you to return to thinking it absurd and ludicrous and ridiculous if you so choose. But… consider the impossible being possible and everything you ever thought you knew nothing more than an enforced lie. And, the evidence is in the fact that reality is too tired at this point in its existence to waste too much further energy keeping up the lie to appease the hunted.
There is no acceptable form of philosophy that allows these truths to be formatted, to be filled in, nothing at all in theology, nothing at all in science. take the dividers out that keep those things separate, peel back the layers, though, and truth you will see that will rattle you to the very core of everything you know. You know it to be true. You have seen a dead man walking, a dead man talking, a dead man kicking ass on all of eternity; and living and breathing all the same. I just didn’t wait until I became old. I died young.
And, I took all the rest of existence with me for the ride for depriving me my right to live. Once all were in the same boat, what objections could they rightfully raise?