Nobody (TOC)

''Finally, it is come. My first real contribution to The Online Crossroads, one year after its announcement. Patience serves us well, for if I do my writing well, you should think about this for the rest of the day.'' I'm talking about myself, I always do so, and even if I claim to be centered on liberty, equality, fraternity while using neutrality as my mean of execution, I am bringing it back to myself. People see me as pedant, pretentious, protruding towards my own agenda and causing trouble in peoples' lifes to insure mine. Through the use of my vocabulary, writing methods and along my sentences, I am not disproving the aforementioned in any way. Though, as I think deeply about it, I simply am what to be human is, by philosophy.

We often criticize comrades for their constant complaining about the commitments of our species to abominable atrocities, and we, in a way, are right, after all, those outsiders are out-right obsessively obfuscated in a way closer to pathetic tragedy than reality, though, should we actually cry over spilled milk? That's very selfish, heartless and hypocritic from everyone involved to act in any way, we are locked in a ghetto of death whispers, and the walls that we've besieged are nothing but our endless wandering.

I have the belief that knowledge is a false sentiment of evolution. By knowing, one becomes so corrupt that they have now a single objective, to conquer and fight for any artifact of a lost curse. I, myself, know my very goal, to learn all that is, and I'm being honest, not hiding behind false reasons. I'm actually running towards false reasons, with false directions, faster than anyone else on the race, I feel so free, but that's only because I am too stubborn to look at the treadmill I'm racing on.

True liberty is ignorance, where we are free to believe whatever we want to believe, and, in a way, it will always be right&mdash;but we are also free to not have any care for all of this. You are currently thinking that it is true, but it really isn't. Our very means of communication are a restraint to our minds. We are all caged within our own beliefs, and there is no exception to that; the jail is big as you are open. You are a prisoner of your own ego. I like to think I've figured that out.

Nobody, FrenchTouch, Iosepp, nerpaderp, FrenchKush... This is what I like to call myself in front of others and myself. The cold burn of my own loneliness is absolute, to the point where, in the middle of the night, I take on to this thought hopper to softly attack, whomever. I am a broken and impure diamond that only reflects the stains that cover it.

I'm always bringing it back to myself. I always do.