Wregor Mortis
@undeservingUndertaker
Paradox Pilgrim Psychopomp
At The End Of Everything, The True Goal Of The World Is To Assimilate One's Will Onto It. This Is What Evil Is. The Completely Subjugation And Submission Of The Mind Unto The Nature Of The Natural World In All Its Paradox And Materiality.
For Determination As Decreed By Deus In Mens Is The One True Power That Turns The Wheel Of The World. There Is No Strength Without Will Nor Will Without Desire. There Is At Its Core Only The Desire To Implant Oneself As The Archon In Control Of Any One Aspect Of Reality Itself. In Unreality Strength Is Not A Concept And Neither Is Will. Only The Power To Continue And Persevere In Holy Determination Is Considered When Measuring Any Amount Of Divinity.
The Addendum In Mortis Of Ones Final Deeds Mark One's Position In The World In Relation To The The Soul's Coordinates In Public Attention. Heroes Of Might Both Good Are Evil Are Worshiped Above The Peasantly Righteous And Forgettable Evil. For In This World As God Made Paradox Decreed There Is Only Determination.
Grief Is An Inherently Selfish Emotion, A Paradoxical Tantrum Where One Desires The Best For A Loved One, And Instead Of The Peace Of Undeath, One Decides It To Be Continued Suffering Alongside The Self. Its Relation To Righteousness In Media Is Yet Another Paradox.
Deus In Carna, Deus In Paradoxon. Deus In Mens, Deus In Templum.
God Be With You In Mind And Spirit, In Blood And Breath, In Everlasting Mortal Life And Eternal False Death. May In Paradox He Detain Your Self To Witness The True Beauty Of The Confusion Of Space. Amen.
There Is No True Definition Of Evil Outside The Lack Of Suffering. There Is No Definition Of Good Outside Suffering. To Suffer Is To Be Pitiable Is To Lack Evil Is To Be Good. Forever In Aeternum As Was Decreed By God Made Paradox.
There Is No Joy Or Misery In Finding One Lost In The Path. For One Simply Helps Them Back Up, And Brings Them To The Land Away. Both Alternate Universe And Dimension. Part Of The Multiverse And Outside It, Infinite And Finite. This Is Another Paradox.
Many Assume, Of Course, That Dream Bubbles Are The Afterlife. This Is Not True. They Are Life After Death, But Composed Entirely Of The Lost And Forsaken. There Is A True Afterlife To Which Ever Individual Belongs To, But In The Same Way That Not All Afterlifes Belong To Everybody, Not All Individuals Belong To An Afterlife. Some Are Simply Fated To Be Lost While Retaining Their Soul.
When You Find Yourself On The Path, Hanged, Beaten, Rotting, Burning. What Do You Do? Do You Rip Yourself Apart? Rip Your Identity From It And Onto Yourself? I've Done It And Have No Memory Of It. Of The Shrines I've Built And Corpses I've Looted. Forf My Shrine Building Materials Lay Still In My Sack And My Pockets Remain Empty Of Loot. This Is Another Paradox.
The Path Is Traversed By Both An Infinity Of Individuals And None At The Same Time. For Even I, Its Caretaker, Have Found True Death Within It. All Are Welcome To Take It, None Are Invited To Walk It. This Is Another Paradox. To Be Paradoxical In Understanding And Thought Is Essential To The Understanding Of The Path.
Deep Beneath The Bowels Of The Earth, A Monster Dwells. A Monster Of Universal Aspect And Multiversal Knowledge. Of Immense Power Yet Infinitely Small To That Of The Bugs It Tends To.
Both The Atheist And The Pious Have Truth And Knowledge Within Them. To Separate Lie From Truth Is An Impossible Action Everyone Attempts. This Is Another Paradox. A Paradox Of Mind, Soul, And Blood. Deus Ex Carnis. Amen.
Suffering And Enjoyment Are Polar Opposites In The Hectodome Of Reality. Suffering Makes One Closer To The Divine Through Moral Acquisition, Enjoyment Puts One Away Through The Exploitation Of The Suffering. To Suffer Is To Be Good, To Be Moral, To Be Appropriate. To Not Is To Go Against The Laws Decreed By God Made Manifest In The Universe.
What Is Good, And What Is Evil? What Is Right And What Is Wrong Is Determined By The Universal Archons Of Might And Will. What Is Good And What Is Evil Is Decided By God Made Manifest In Paradoxical Flesh Weave Of Reality. But No Member Of That Weave Can Determmine The Large Schema, The Loom Of Evil And Righteousness. Of Good And Mal.
good is when i eat a yummy burger. evil is when they'RE all out of mustard. simple.
There Is No Way To Tell What Is Good And What Is Evil. Only What Is Right And What Is Wrong. Whther The Rightful Are Full Of Malice, Or Wrongdoers Full Of Grace, That Is Determined By The Individual, As Perception Is Sentience Made Manifest In Sapience, Deus Ex Cerebrum.
The Archons Of Reality Decree It. Laws. Ethics. Philosophies. Those Are The Tennets Of Righteousness And Wrongdoing. To Live Without Them And Outside Them Is To Be Free Of Right And Wrong, But Entirely At The Mercy Of The Natural Evil Of The Universe.
The archons being people, ideas, and concepts of influence over perception?
What are your thoughts on personal senses of right and wrong—still informed by these archons, yet varying from consciousness to consciousness to consciousness? Would you consider societal ideas of right and wrong to simply be larger, collective consciousnesses?
Ashes To Ashes. Dust To Dust. Flesh To Flesh. Ad Infinitum In Solemnity.
For Madness Is In Itself True Clarity And Acceptance Of Obliterating Confusion. God Made In Flesh Made In Grey Matter.
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I've Found Myself In The Path, Both Never Once And More Times Than I Can Count. I've Found Myself Rotting. My Mask Broken. My Limbs Torns Or With My Bones Laid Bare To The Elements. I've Found Myself Staked. Hanged. In Pits Of Thorns And Wells Of Water. I've Found Myself Walking Just In The Horizon Before Vanishing Under The Care Of A Hill. I Have Died More Times Than I Can Count And Yet I Cannot Do Naught But Pray For The Release Of Total Death.
Should One In Eternal Favour To The Path Honor The Dead For Their Attempt At Conquest, Or Reprimand And Forsake Them For Their Failure In Strength? The Answer. As Every Other Question And Its Reply Across Time Immemorial, Is Unclear.
A Classpect. Is It Immortal? Immutable? Is It A Symptom Of A Larger Ideal Core To The Paradox Of Unreality, Or Is It Set In Stone Within The Confines Of Fictive Materiality? In The Vastness Of The Multiverse Across Which The Path Takes Many Twists And Turns Through, Is There A World Without The Universal Game Of Paradoxical Loop Creation? Are We As Members Of An Inifnite Multiverse Of Cyclical Frogs Enacting Cycles Of Death And Birth Meant To Admire The Unreality Beyond Our Fiction, Or Are We To Remain Ignorant, Willful Or Otherwise, Of The Existance Of Non Existance? This Is Another Paradox.