Comte De Monte Cristo

Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.

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"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Everyone is equal and the same.

The following statement might sound very egoistical, but I assure you all, this is indeed what is going round here. Yes that is right, there is no one at my level as of now and forever. This is because no one uses the old methods of thinking anymore and no one uses the old ways. It is true I had never trusted anyone in my entire life, and my life is entirely built on shield after shield, mask after mask and shroud after shroud. It is true that you my friends, are not permitted to get into my inner feelings and thoughts because I have already built myself apon this system of words and methods in which it is not comprehensible to any other human being. And also It is true that even my to all my closest friends, I have no trust whatsoever in them ... yes, I see people as people, animals as animals, plants as plants and so forth. The animal kingdom and the kingdom of plants can never mix and so should humans never devolve themselves into the state of animals.

Who knows, what is the true being behind this screen. The being might be a monster, with murderous plots to destroy anyone and everyone. The being might also be a person who has mild autism or some mental problems perhaps? See, my friends, you cannot fathom how deep is the ocean without being the ocean yourself. You cannot realise how infinite the universe is unless you are the universe yourself, your life is built on the rock of assumption, the assumption that everything is ... is.

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