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Fear and Rage - QuotesI didn't forge the mind of man. Your precious God did that. Cramming it full of rancor and bloodlust . Like Zeus, thusting all those winged demons, into the tiny confines of Pandora's box. Don't hate me just because I turn the key, and let them loose. "Fly, my darlings, fly! All the way to heaven, till you burst the clouds, and blacken the sun!" Quills (contributed by Mia) SIMON: You asked a question, sir. Let me answer it. The genius of the constitution is that it can always be changed. The genius of the constitution is that it makes no permanent rule other than its faith in the wisdom of ordinary people to govern themselves. MR. PICANNON: The faith in the wisdom of ordinary people is exactly what makes the Consitution incomplete and crude. SIMON: Crude? No, sir. Our founding parents were pompous middle-aged white farmers, but they were also great men, because they knew one thing that all great men should know: that they didn't know everything. They knew they were going to make mistakes, but they made sure to leave a way to correct them. They didn't think of themselves as leaders. They wasted a government of citizens, not royalty. A government of listeners, not lecturers. A government that could change, not stand still. The president isn't an elected king, no matter how many bombs he can drop, because the crude Constitution doesn't trust him. He's a servant of the people. He's a bum. Ok, Mr. Picannon? He's just a bum. The only bliss that he's searching for is freedom and justice. With Honors (contributed by Jason) My generation's apathy. I'm disgusted with it. I'm disgusted with my own apathy too, for being spineless and not always standing up against racism, sexism and all those other -isms the counterculture has been whinning about for years. (contributed by Raid) Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious convictions Pensees (contributed by sharon) I never knew what it exactly means: "to pray". Although there has been a time that I knew all prayers, litanies and formulas of the catholic religion by heart. I quickly realised that, just the "saying" of these texts wasn't "praying", but that there had to be more to do with it, and I didn't know what. I stopped thinking about it. Millions of hale mary's I've recited, but not one did I "pray". "Praying helps you get at ease," my grandmother said. I get at ease by watching the flames in an open fire. That "praying", just like staring into the flames, serves no purpose and leads to nothing, now is a part of my "knowledge of life", a heritage of my years in the Tjideng prisoner camp. Bezonken Rood (contributed by Christophe) Sleep! I feel the need of it, as never I thought any dwarf could , riding is tiring work. Yet my axe is restless in my hand. Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me! The Two Towers, Helm's Deep It's amazing the advances we make in science, but the primitive uses we find for them. C.S.I. Orders shouted in an unknown, guttural tongue rose to the windows of the seemingly dead, deserted houses; while behind the fast-closed shutters eager eyes peered forth at the victors-masters now of the city, its fortunes, and its lives, by "right of war." The inhabitants, in their darkened rooms, were possessed by that terror which follows in the wake of cataclysms, of deadly upheavals of the earth, against which all human skill and strength are vain. For the same thing happens whenever the established order of things is upset, when security no longer exists, when all those rights usually protected by the law of man or of Nature are at the mercy of unreasoning, savage force. The earthquake crushing a whole nation under falling roofs; the flood let loose, and engulfing in its swirling depths the corpses of drowned peasants, along with dead oxen and beams torn from shattered houses; or the army, covered with glory, murdering those who defend themselves, making prisoners of the rest, pillaging in the name of the Sword, and giving thanks to God to the thunder of cannon--all these are appalling scourges, which destroy all belief in eternal justice, all that confidence we have been taught to feel in the protection of Heaven and the reason of man. Boule de Suif (contributed by James St. Don) Everything we "know" from above [heaven], we know from down here [earth]. How can you take something like that seriously? 'Recht Van Antwoord' [Right of Justification] , Belgian Talkshow (contributed by Christophe) O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hands that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds do I now prophesy (Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue), A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with customs of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1 Did you know there ain't no devil, it's just God when He's drunk. (contributed by Christy) A peace that is truly permanent would be the same as a permanent war. 1984 (contributed by Susan) I'm all in favour of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters. I am not an angry girl, but it seems I've got everyone fooled. Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger and not to their own fear. Imagine you're a girl just trying to finally come clean, knowing full well they prefer you dirty and smiling. From one eye, there is one view, from many eyes, there is a conflict of views, and from that, the inevitable act of war is born, all from one view from one eye. (contributed by Len Wilderson) There is no sin so painful, nor as conducive to calculated retribution, as a betrayal of trust. (contributed by dante) There is a chalk outline slowly being drawn around common sense and most people can't identify the victim. (contributed by Jeffrey Prebeg Jr.) World tensions have, if anything, increased in the quarter century since H.G. Wells uttered his glum warning: "There is no more evil thing on earth than race prejudice, none at all. I write deliberately -- it is the worst single thing in life now. It justifies and holds together more baseness, cruelty and abomination than any other sort of error in the world." (contributed by matthew) I feel like sometimes that I was born, that I'm not meant for this society because everyone here is a (expletive) hypocrite. Everybody says they believe in God but they don't do God's work. Everybody counteracts what God is really about. If Jesus was here, do you think Jesus would show me any love? Do you think Jesus would love me? I'm a Muslim, but do you think Jesus would love me... I think Jesus would have a drink with me and discuss... why you acting like that? Now, he would be cool. He would talk to me. No Christian ever did that and said in the name of Jesus even... They'd throw me in jail and write bad articles about me and then go to church on Sunday and say Jesus is a wonderful man and he's coming back to save us. But they don't understand that when he comes back, that these crazy greedy capitalistic men are gonna kill him again. Life, like some grand mosaic slowly loses hold over time, and the fragile strands that connect the many different parts unravels. The universe is a mirror, fragile and reflective, and we all stand in awe of our own human vanity. Fools see the universe as linear, absolute, all knowing. The wise see the universe as chaotic, unknown, fragile. Only on the verge of infinity can one see the fall apart universe. Sadness is knowing that we all stand upon a universe with a cracked glass bottom, and in an instant we may all sink into oblivion. Everything falls apart. Empires rise and crumble as tin soldiers hold plastic banners of righteous intent, all soaked with the blood of innocents. Hands raise and fall to the deafening sound of a million questions all unanswered. Love is just another unfelt emotion, talked about but never seen in full bloom. Love is only rumor and hearsay in the fall apart universe. Eventually we all must stand upon the jagged glass of the broken boundaries and broken promises. We must all suffer the soul bleeding that follows as the tattered splinters dig deep. The Fall Apart Universe (contributed by Aeon) The great questions of the day are not decided by speeches and majority votes, but by blood and iron. (contributed by Brutus) A truths that told with bad intent, beats all the lies you can invent. (contributed by Andrew) Pacifisim is a privlidge of the affluent and lazy. Explain to a starving man that killing another man to eat is wrong. (contributed by Kerry Ridgley) Having morals is the weight of mankind. Give me a nuclear weapon, and I will change the demographics of a city. Give me two, and I will change the demographics of the world. Agenda LuleƄ Anger must be the energy that has not yet found its fight channel. Not by speeches and majority votes are the great questions of the day decided, but by blood and iron. (contributed by Wink) A man can die but once; we owe God a death Henry IV - Part II (contributed by Ian Cornelius Lai) Sum Ergo Cogito - I am, therefore I think. We are the music makers, And we are the dreamer of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. Ode I am a little man and this is a little town but there must be a spark in a little man that can burst into flame. O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God. The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition. It was Christianity which first painted the devil on the worlds walls; It was Christianity which first brought sin into the world. Belief in the cure which it offered has now been shaken to it's deepest roots; but belief in the sickness which it taught and propagated continues to exists. I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe. The Principia Discordia Ye have locked yerselves up in cages of fear and, behold, do ye now complain that ye lack FREEDOM! The Principia Discordia Ye have cast out yer brothers for devils and now complain ye, lamenting, that ye've been left to fight alone. The Principia Discordia All Chaos was once yer kingdom; verily, held ye dominion over the entire Pentaverse, but today ye was sore afraid in dark coners, nooks, and sink holes. The Principia Discordia O how the darkness do crowd up, one against the other, in ye hearts! What fear ye more that what ye have wroughten? The Principia Discordia You cannot undermine police authority and then complain about rising crime. The Humanist says he does not believe in God because the supposed God behaves in a morally arbitrary way: allowing innocents to die, scoundrels to live, some to have wealth, others to be poor, some to be in pain, and others to be healthy. This, they say, is morally arbitrary, and does not fit with how they think a "real" God would behave. Then THEY get to play God, by deciding on the fate of the unborn child: will they let it live or kill it. This, they insist, is their moral "right". These two positions are completely contradictory, a thoroughly unreasonable philosophy for people who claim their philosophy is based entirely on reason. Whenever we read the obscene stories, the voluptuous debaucheries, the cruel and torturous executions, the unrelenting vindictiveness, with which more than half the Bible is filled, it would be more consistent that we called it the word of a demon than the Word of God. It is a history of wickedness that has served to corrupt and brutalize mankind. The Age of Reason I do not believe in the creed professed by the Jewish Church, by the Roman Church, by the Greek Church, by the Turkish Church, by the Protestant Church, nor by any church that I know of. My own mind is my own church. The Age of Reason It is impossible to calculate the moral mischief, if I may so express it, that mental lying has produced in society. When a man has so far corrupted and prostituted the chastity of his mind as to subscribe his professional belief to things he does not believe he has prepared himself for the commission of every other crime. The Age of Reason Two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity. To exercise power costs effort and demands courage. That is why so many fail to assert rights to which they are perfectly entitled - because a right is a kind of power but they are too lazy or too cowardly to exercise it. The virtues which cloak these faults are called patience and forbearance. Self-denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity. Pure truth, like pure gold, has been found unfit for circulation because men have discovered that it is far more convenient to adulterate the truth than to refine themselves. All religions are founded on the fear of the many and the cleverness of the few. For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. |
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