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Declaim

First, my apologies for what I am about to write about. I do not seek to write about myself or promote my self in terms of my fellows. For once, I seek only to promote ideas which will in all probability be unappealing to you. My spelling is lousy, my prose is weak, and the style will probably reek. Turn away now, it will not offend me. You have been warned.

Au Jeus

For eternal history, mankind has sought to express himself. What is puzzling, is the promotion of self that is seen in modern writhing. For instance, we do not see interviews with Zeus, or commentary on the childhood torture of perfection lived by Achilleus. Yet, we know it from the writing itself.

It is not necessary.

Towards a greatness

The Bible is interesting in this respect as well. If you expect an academic answer (Anyone for a game of Medieval Fourfold Method of Exegesis?) you underestimate the ability to skirt what I am not an expert at. But much of it runs within the same river of thought, that the self is a beautiful creation, which is individual and awesome. But the self is created for the love our creator seeks.

The Death of a Salesman

The paradox of greatness. Humankind is progressing towards compartmentalizing greatness. We seek to create Heaven on Earth, for our own greatness.

Immitation or Plagiarism

To immitate is the nature of humans. Our first concious actions are born of immitation. The downfall of humans is not the immitation of heaven on earth, which is our nature. What will kill us all(tm) is Plagiarism of God. Those of us who are weak, and we are weak, will fail to detect the difference. Both seek to create goodness, yet the honor placed upon mankind is the spit in the eye of God. Achilleus is our bedfellow.

Who is that (golden) masked hero?

Achilleus is my hero. He reminds us of our greatness, and the relative ease which with we get knocked down. A single aarow. How is it that heroes dodge that arrow every day, and still dance upon the battlefield? What honor is there for those of us who watch with pedantic gazes, our faces lit by the phosphors?

Excruciating Pain, or shameful blame

It is difficult to tear away from the self. Blogging is supposed to be all dat and mor, baby! Yet only to ponder the ideas and reject the self is difficult. Forgive me, dear reader, as I take my baby steps towards the immitation of goodness, and take my first step onto the battlefield.

Convivial Dingo