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Tue Apr 17, 2007, 12:50 PM
We invented heroes when we became scared of ourselves. We wanted to know that somebody out there was still innocent and un-touched with the evilness that lurks among the humankind. We wanted somebody to take the responsibility, we wanted somebody to be our savior, and we wanted somebody to blame. Mortal humans became innocent, as all the bad things that occurred were heroes’ fault; they had failed to prevent them happening, Time is the greatest hunter. Patient and deadly, Right and wrong. Good and evil. Black and white.

Who invented those words? I imagine him (or her) to be one crazy person. The things those words try to describe are indescribable. They do not exist. There are only in-betweens.

In fairytales good and bad are clear; the hero is the good guy, the evil witch the bad one. But as I’ve already said, heroes are only images. In real life those opposite words do not tell the truth. They, as everything else on earth, tell us only one point of view, which can be totally different from the other ones.

Truth is different for each person, and it’s always clouded by our beliefs and norms. Therefore it cannot be classified. But as we don’t have truth, we neither have right or wrong. We only have possibilities.

Let’s assume for a second we knew the truth. When would we need it the most? We would need it in the moments of confusion and chaos: in the moments of war. And for what would we need it then? We would need it to tell us who started the war, who to blame, who to call the “evil”-one, and as an opposite, who to trust and follow. However, no-one can start a war. War is an entirety, done true by thousands of individuals. Aren’t all the people involved in it then guilty and “evil”?

There are only losers in war. Ones, who lose their loved ones, their health, their hope and trust. Thus, in war, true answers to questions such as “who’s right and who’s wrong” and “who started it” are inconsequential.

The question we should look for an answer is “who is going to stop it?”, We always wish for things we do not have. We think we would be luckier if we had what others have. Envy is the worst companion one can choose.

If we wish things we have never had, do we really know what we want? Some people want to be popular, others rich, other simply want to be forgotten. But we do not know what comes among our deepest wishes,
Humans are not mammals. Mammals live in balance with nature, humans destroy it.” At least it was something like that. However, what frightens me is that it’s actually quite a good argument,
Normal does not exist. We are all special, but at the same time connected by our similarities, Every life is a story about growing up. It’s a story where through trouble and mistakes the lessons of life are learned. I always considered myself as someone who doesn’t need to do those mistakes; I thought that learning from other people’s failures was enough. And it was true to a some extent.

Emotions are a strange thing. By surpassing them, I was able to look at the world as an outsider, as an objective narrator. However, as I watched others do their failures, it was like observing something behind a dirty glass. Understanding their actions was nearly impossible, since I couldn’t figure out their motives. All because there were emotions involved.

Don’t think I didn’t know what emotions were. Since childhood I’d been able to read emotions from peoples’ faces. But knowing something is totally different from feeling it. If I wanted to understand people, I had to lose myself to emotions, but I didn’t want to do that. Firstly, I would lose my status as a watcher. Secondly…Emotions are a dangerous thing. I was afraid, that if I let them rule, I couldn’t control them anymore. You know how unfamiliar things frighten us the most…(a commint that fits my life), There are many types of warriors and fighters.

Some fight purely, since they bring their soul to the fight. They use raw power to make a difference and want to see the seeds of their actions immediately. They aim for what they think is the best for the humankind.

Some others fight with what ever tools they are given. They fight, because fighting is what they do, they have their orders and they obey them since there’s nothing else they can do. Being a fighter is a profession for them, a way to earn their living. Just like being an engineer or salesman is for us.

There are thousands of motives and ways to fight. However, one class stands out from them all. They are those who fight with words and promises. Their strongest weapons are other peoples’ dreams, which they alter to fit for their own needs. These fighters are the most dangerous ones, since they have a goal. They are blind to everything else that happens around them, unless it comes in the way of their aim. They are unable to listen to advice, since they think they are above everything, only second to the gods.

Their blindness is their weakness. Their arrogance will lead to their fall, but who will heal the land before the next monarch rises to power?, There is no victory, there is only strength.
There is no failure, there is only learning.
There is no power, there are only opportunities.
There is no weakness, there is only death,
I know Pain.

If I knew it any better, we’d be best buddies. I’ve learned to appreciate all the different ways of pain inflicting our lives. It’s funny how people are amazed of my high tolerance of pain, because things that people expect to cause a great pain to me are normally the least painful things in my life.

Have you noticed that it actually hurts less to have a knife pierced into your arm, than having a severe head- or stomach-ache? Sure the knife hurts a lot at first but slowly it fades to a steady hum and you can nearly forget about it. A pain, that rises from somewhere inside you hurts more, since you can’t be sure of its cause.

Pain is more than half mental. Let’s say you have a paper cut; something that will definitely not cause you permanent damage. If you concentrate on other things, like your work or studies or on having fun, you barely notice it. But when you return to home, lie down on the bed and allow the silence to surround you, the tiny pain in your finger can get unbearable.

I know Pain.

We have a very healthy relationship. It warns me if something is wrong, and I listen to it. I don’t let it rule my thoughts, but neither do I try to surpass it. It can stay in me for as long as there’s something wrong with my body. When the pain leaves, I know I’m healthy, and not having some inside infections suppressed by the pain potions.

I don’t tolerate pain; I embrace it,
Not all children are innocent.

Not all children learn to laugh before they cry.

Not all children know trust.

Not all children can forgive.

Not all children can forget…

…and sometimes those children do more than remember,




1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and put them into people's carts when they aren't looking
2. Set all the alarms in Housewares to go off at five minute intervals
3. Make a trail of tomato juice leading to the rest rooms (preferably BEFORE the pissed janitor attempts to clean it up)
4. Go to the Service Desk and ask to put a packet of M&M's on lay-by
5. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, "'Code 3' in Housewares"... and see what happens
6. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' to a carpeted area
7. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll only invite them in if they bring pillows from the bedding section
8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?!"
9. Look right into the security camera and use as it as a mirror and pick your nose.
10. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are
11. Dart around the store suspiciously humming the 'Mission Impossible' tune
12. In the Auto-Department, practice your 'Madonna' look with different sized funnels
13. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through, say, "PICK ME! PICK ME!" (i tried this in Myer. I popped out and fell onto the woman's shoes.)
14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the 'fetal position' and scream,"NO! NO! It's those VOICES again!"
15. Go into a fitting room and wait awhile; and then yell -veryloudly-, "There's no toilet paper in here!"
16. Get several bouncy balls and throw them down the aisle, shouting, "Go, Pikachu, GO!"


"Those that don't follow orders are trash. However, those that don't take care of their friends are worse than trash
"The wisest man knows that he knows nothing
"when you have precious people to protect, you truly become strong
"In a war there is no one who is right...the only ones that matter are those who are left
"The Power of the nation is made by THREE things, The Power of its Economy, The Power of its Military, and whether or not is has Nuclear Missles
"To be recieve the respect you wish, one must Respect the other, as the Respect they wish upon themselves

Fear the hunter

For their desperation grows

Fear the repressed

For their power rises

Fear the enraged

For their eyes are blind

Fear your inner demons

For they lurk in your mind

Fear the beast

For its in your soul,
Bring on the dark

It's nothing new

I wear its mark

Means nothing to you

So leave me alone

My nightmare screams

Toss, turn or moan

It's not as it seems

So here I stand

So silent, So still

As the shadows command

They're to kill

All is black

I am no more

What I lack

Is my hearts core

So run away

Go take flight

Shadow my day

Darken my night

Grammar is the difference between 'Helping your uncle, Jack, off' and 'helping your uncle jack off'" By 'bellchild


I've defied demons both real and my own...

I am a sword of madness, held by the sheath of calm...

I was the future. I was the past. I am the present...

This is my life and how it unwinds...


I've defied pain of all sorts...

I am a shield of calm, beaten upon by the hammers of madness...

My life was. My life is. My life will be...

This is my life and how it finally soared...


have defied hatred in all its forms...

I was a flower, a rose trampled on the ground...

I was dying, I was saved, I am growing...

This is me and how my life finally looks bright...
'Strike hard. Strike Fast. Don't stay longer if needed. Retreat when overpowered and counter when you can create an opening. Know your weakness and know your strengths. Know your enemies and all you have to do is give it a hundred and ten percent

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