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My full name is:
Prêstón Alfónső Mattèo Lùca Párrá Van der Pârks Iturríeta Méjía Natïons Skarsgård von Salis Boudréaux Dél Tórô
Anglo, Nordic, and Latin names all associated to my family’s genealogy and in some cases royal line.
Everyone here is so passive and caught up in their insignificance, completely ignoring the crumble around them.
All of the nostalgic places from my childhood are distorted.
It’s all very depressing.
Being alone would certainly be more honorable and noble, but is it really fair to me that I try to devote all my energy into fighting for a better world only to not enjoy any of it for myself? I mean I just hesitate to accept the teachings of a really grey area in scripture, and then lend it more credence than people do on subjects like drunkenness or lying or whatever by depriving myself of love.
Either way, it seems the disease of this modern world is so deep that it will be next to impossible to escape from, if we don’t join hands with tech world and start gaining ground quick with the mineral and AI race, we will be relics from a forgotten world as the elites gorge themselves like fat cats.
The modern church is such an emblem for everything that’s hurting me right now. I don’t want to be handed a generic cotton shirt for my membership into your bastardized rock band faith.
Where can we congregate as deep and real human beings?
Where do we confess to authorities worthy of confessing to?
Where do we repent in places that haven’t been stained by the abject and ugly?
Where can we devote ourselves to a life of allegiance to God outside of being revolutionaries against the modern machine? Modern day priests cannot actually think they’ll be able to sway the pendulum the other way. If anything they will be a mere cog.
Where do you go to accept God into your heart when the places to do that all have attributes about them that are contemptible.
Nature is our last spiritual reinforcement and place of solitude and its actively being destroyed by the uglified and commercialized capitalist machine.
So if I’m fighting the gods, at least let me enjoy my boy.
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