ThE hOlY bOoK oF rAnDoM RaMbLiNgS

I know what you're all thinking. Yup, I can see that smirk on your ugly subhuman face: " Told ya' he's an anarchist." Well well, fellas fellas, calm down alright. Grab a beer, tell your wife to shut up and listen to old man king here.

WHAT IS VIOLENCE? It comes from the Latin violentia meaning "vehement, forcible". In the late 16th century, the prevalent meaning of the term was "improper treatment". Doesn't that definition just make you want to kiss somebody? Improper Treatment. Delightful. Look at the humble origins of this grossly misunderstood word.

If you took my horse away from my manor one foggy evening in London and made a gentleman's promise that you will return it by the end of 1597, but you didn't, then you were subjecting me to improper treatment. Beautiful.

So when did good ol' violence make a wrong turn? Well to tell the truth, it's been driving on the wrong side of the road ever since it got it's license.

New age thinkers, who are nothing more than a bunch of squirrels fighting over a nut which isn't there, conceive that the world is, figuratively, coming to an end because of all the pain around. Looks like they were busy picking their noses during the history lectures in retard school.

As far as I can look back, the world has been defined by violence. Every monumental change; be it good or bad, was accompanied by bloodshed, like a glorious footmen announcing the advent of the king. The 21st century is painted with the blood of its predecessors and it is basking in the gory glory. Since the crusades in medieval times to the slapstick humor of "Modern Times" by Charles Chaplin, may his soul rest in peace, violence has been the primary tool to express oneself. It has been defined as a source of pride and a defence of honor. It has been pursued as an antidote to shame and humiliation. In the history of pharmacy, it is the most potent anti-depressent.

But it is wrong right? Why can't we refrain from it? Why does a human being hurt another human being?

Beacuse we are made that way.

Violence is inherent in Homo-Sapiens. Actually we are Homo Necans. Remember ol' guy Darwin? Theory of evolution? Survival of the fittest? You fuck me I fuck You? We descended from Apes. Apes fuck the shit out of each other. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to work the rest out for yourselves: The hole in our face is just for eating, we were meant to talk with our fists.

 So where does that leave us?

I am no one to give the solution. I am just a commentator, someone else is playing the game. So what I can comment is that peace raises some pretty good questions.
Violence may not be the answer, but it sure does kill the question...

You may think you are free but that's it; that's all you can do about it: Think.

True freedom, like true happiness, is something that we can only pursue and never attain. Atleast while you are alive you can't.

I mean look around, seriously, look around. Look at the farce that we call religion. It's a dangerous word. There's one thing that I learned about it and I am not likely to forget it easily: It's an impossible question to answer. An ingenious argument to refute.

This is what they say: before doing anything, think twice and thank the "God". The laws of religion are the shackles that won't let you soar. They will pull you down to earth. Freedom needs wings, needs imagination. It needs you to be YOU.

Ask yourself, how many times has it happened, when you achieve something, something that you worked really hard for, you sweated away your time to see it fulfilled and finally when the pregnancy is over and you look at the labor of your allegorical 9 months; they tell you to thank God for it.

Can you believe this?

I need to thank someone who is "supposed" to be the one behind it all? I myself didn't achieve it, it was "he" who made it happen?
Everything is planned?
Bullshit...

I will tell you one thing. If you believe in freedom, you cannot believe in God. God isn't dead, he just never existed. The whole idea of God, of destiny, is at daggers with the idea of freedom.

What is freedom? It is the ability to choose. Choice. Distinction. Deliberation. But if everything is already determined, it's fixed, then does choice exist? Does true freedom exist?

No. If you believe in God that is.But if you can grasp the fact that it's You. Yourself against the world. There is no one watching you from above: then you are at peace. The realization hits you like a thunderbolt: It's you who is responsible and not some invisible, overworked guy sipping coffee in his office in the skies. No relations, no people; however you might love them; are going to be there with you after the end. You have to journey all alone and you have to prepare for it.

This life is nothing but a little bump on the highway of the cosmos. Hitch a ride and be free...

Randomness is not the absence of order; rather it is the existence of every possible order.

From this date onwards, the world will have to face the sporadic onslaught of my flammable thoughts.
Why online?
Well I had to find a fireproof medium.

Henceforth, unsuspecting, innocent travellers in the kingdom of the internet will find this forest of vague utterings blocking their path. It's upto you now. Walk through or back off...

Everything. Everywhere. Here.