Also sprach Zarathustra: In a wonderful essay called 'On an Apparent Intention in the Fate of the Individual', Schopenhauer points out that, once you have reached an advanced age (...) as you look back over your life, it can seem to have had a plot, as though composed by a novelist. Events that seemed entirely accidental and incidental turn out to have been central to the composition... Another astonishing way to look back is to pick up some diary entries or notes that you kept a long time ago. You'll be astonished. Things you were convinced you had realized more recently will all be pinned down there. These are the driving themes of your life.

Azar do dia: There is no evil. Evil is just a mirror reflecting your own shadow. Realize the truth and despair.

Can anyone get me out? I got trapped inside my own skin.

Azar do dia: Capturei tua alma. Jamais escaparás de mim. Tua alma é minha. Tua alma é a minha. Bodas alquímicas serão celebradas.

My Own Personal Abyss

It is always your eyes -
Tiny windows to the soul,
Like lying mirrors that make me
See you instead of myself. Your
Ageless eyes drown me in a sea of pain
Without cause and without end. I can never
Understand. I once thought myself free, but fate
Is merciless. Your gaze reminded me of what I was
Hiding all along. When you went away you never left me,
Because your eyes are part of me and I am all of you. Even
If I can't breathe I'm not afraid: death has always been my name.
Like a difficult task, I do not crave it, but must face it nonetheless.
On sight I rely not, but surrender myself to blindness. Your eyes, oh,
Always your eyes, bleeding like fountains of life, as you scream and pant
In bliss while I desecrate your heaven with blasphemy. This is not the end.

Azar do dia: I was quietly riding my horse when you shot me and threw me off balance down the cliff.

An Ode to a Disease

Beauty - so fleeting yet so necessary.

So death-like and so full of life.

Ephemeral, but unbound by time.

Fragile and overwhelming.

Beauty is only an opinion,

Yet it pounds us to submission.

'Tis strong because it is weak;

Its appeal lies in its lack of reality.

Now that I've seen it, I should tear off my eyes

And die, lest I forget.

Azar do dia: I fell in love with the sickness in me the moment I found it in you.

Do silêncio sufocante surge uma esperança irrisória que mancha e mascara a realidade.
E que é a realidade, senão um constructo de crenças herdadas?

Pílulas sem sabedoria:
1- Do not fret. It will all be over soon.
2- Não posso lutar com teus demônios, mas posso segurar tua mão enquanto atravessamos juntos o inferno.