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Noble life demands a noble architecture for noble uses of noble men. Lack of culture means what it has always meant: ignoble civilization and therefore imminent downfall.
About Me
Who am I? Do even I know? Am I the sum of my experiences? Am I what my Genetics makes me out to be? My upbringing?
I do not know, exactly.
I am a man. Young, foolhardy, perhaps still naive about the workings of the world. But I am sure of many things. I know that life is precious. I know that I can think for myself, and that I always will. I know how valuable the intangible can be. I know what love is. I know that life is a battle. Your will against those of others. I know the horrors that face our world and our very species.
I'm too smart for my own good, or perhaps I just think I am, both are a sin, I suppose. I think too much, that's for certain. I'm jaded and bruised, scarred and perhaps even broken, but I'm happy. How, you ask? Simple, because every breath I take I cherish. Perhaps it's more simple than even that. Love. I love life. I'm also IN love, but that's not about me, is it, becuase love like that is about someone else ad our reaction to them.
But, about me, who I am. I'm a kid with ideas. An arrogant, selfish, egotist and angry youth. I'm not so creative in any of the arts. My works come from so deep within me I see things even I did not know I felt. I'm no philosopher or intellectual, at least, not by my own admission. I do think, and I do follow every sort of news story I can.
But, I prefer to occupy myself with simpler things. Games, mostly. Ah, gaming. There's something I can throughly enjoy and not feel so guilty about, unless I play for too many hours, after all, I've got my studies.
You may be wondering why I would freely and so innocently admit to being arrogant, selfish and angry. It's because I see nothing so wrong with that. Yes, my arrogance and pride may be my downfall, and yes, they cause me problems for time to time, but I believe arrogance is more a badge, a merit earned when one sees nothing but squalor and waste around oneself, and it means that one rose above it. Cruel, perhaps, I admit, but that's what I feel. And my anger comes from a valid source, and I know how to channel it. As for the ego, I see nothing the matter with it. The ego is what drives man. And the selfishness comes from that. I am able, and so I do. For myself, not for others. When I do something for others, I've my own motives for doing it, I do not do it simply because they wish me to. I am not quite so charitable.
But, I am not uncaring and heartless. I do care. I once cared more. Now I am numb to too much. But I still feel. After all, I do love. And I do hate. I cry out in anger or pain as surely as any other man when I am wounded, both spiritually and physically.
Do I think myself good or evil? Neither. I have in the capacity to do both. And really, were I evil, would I know I was? No, others would tell you I was, I would tell you they were. So ask me not about good or evil.
Yes, this is enough. These ramblings of mine come to a close. May those who read this see some order in it.
See this as you will, I have been honest, and that should count for something, though not what you may be thinking.
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