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Is it true that a human organ was mailed to someone in the City? If so, what is being done? Have there been recent reports of missing persons?
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Abby? If you have your memories today, thank you. For New Years' Eve. That was... nice.
Road--are you cursed?
I found a volume of Rimbaud's poetry in the library, I like the format... his original French is on the left, and the English translation on the right. Translations alone are insufficient. In the act of translating, the translator engages in a creative process, recapturing the original poem as well as language will allow. No matter how accurate the translation, I always prefer Rimbaud's words.
C'est le repos éclairé, ni fièvre ni langueur, sur le lit ou sur le pré.
C'est l'ami ni ardent ni faible. L'ami.
C'est l'aimée ni tourmentante ni tourmentée. L'aimée.
L'air et le monde point cherchés. La vie.
- Etait-ce donc ceci ?
- Et le rêve fraîchit.
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He's the Verlaine to my Rimbaud. Rimbaud gave up writing when he no longer had Verlaine... he was twenty-one.
What do I give up? Society? Humanity? All that is, collectively, considered good? "Good" is nothing more than something the majority has agreed upon... the martyred master-slave mentality. To turn away from society is to embrace freedom, not evil. Freedom stands in opposition to the law of the majority and the abstract notion of good, for it is ultimately selfish and criminal in nature. To be free is to be a criminal... to act without remorse, to take without guilt, to exist purely as an individual.
The ideal. Philosophically speaking, it's appealing. A will to power--a will to gain power at any cost, to ignore laws and norms. Freedom.
Can I be free?
It seemed clear and absolute--perfect. When I planned it with Richard, it seemed beautiful. Plausible. Freedom was ours for the taking... until it was time to act. Am I too human to commit myself to my own philosophy? A free man wouldn't feel betrayal, loneliness... gratitude, affection. Not to this degree. If I were free, I wouldn't work with the police... against crime, freedom, and everything I thought I believed in. I wouldn't worry about what Road's "game" will entail.
Is it possible for philosophy and emotion to oppose each other so completely within a single person?
[ooc: Action!spam for Road, if desired?]
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Abby? If you have your memories today, thank you. For New Years' Eve. That was... nice.
Road--are you cursed?
I found a volume of Rimbaud's poetry in the library, I like the format... his original French is on the left, and the English translation on the right. Translations alone are insufficient. In the act of translating, the translator engages in a creative process, recapturing the original poem as well as language will allow. No matter how accurate the translation, I always prefer Rimbaud's words.
C'est le repos éclairé, ni fièvre ni langueur, sur le lit ou sur le pré.
C'est l'ami ni ardent ni faible. L'ami.
C'est l'aimée ni tourmentante ni tourmentée. L'aimée.
L'air et le monde point cherchés. La vie.
- Etait-ce donc ceci ?
- Et le rêve fraîchit.
*
He's the Verlaine to my Rimbaud. Rimbaud gave up writing when he no longer had Verlaine... he was twenty-one.
What do I give up? Society? Humanity? All that is, collectively, considered good? "Good" is nothing more than something the majority has agreed upon... the martyred master-slave mentality. To turn away from society is to embrace freedom, not evil. Freedom stands in opposition to the law of the majority and the abstract notion of good, for it is ultimately selfish and criminal in nature. To be free is to be a criminal... to act without remorse, to take without guilt, to exist purely as an individual.
The ideal. Philosophically speaking, it's appealing. A will to power--a will to gain power at any cost, to ignore laws and norms. Freedom.
Can I be free?
It seemed clear and absolute--perfect. When I planned it with Richard, it seemed beautiful. Plausible. Freedom was ours for the taking... until it was time to act. Am I too human to commit myself to my own philosophy? A free man wouldn't feel betrayal, loneliness... gratitude, affection. Not to this degree. If I were free, I wouldn't work with the police... against crime, freedom, and everything I thought I believed in. I wouldn't worry about what Road's "game" will entail.
Is it possible for philosophy and emotion to oppose each other so completely within a single person?
[ooc: Action!spam for Road, if desired?]