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Here's an excerpt from a book I'm currently reading, by John Norman. This is a bit of how I feel sometimes.
"When I raised my head from my hands I felt hard and cruel.
I was alone, but I had my arm, and its strength, and the Gorean blade.
Here, on this wooden land lostin the delta marshes, I was Ubar.
I knew now, as I had not before, what men were. I had in my misery learned this in myself.And now I saw myself a fool for having espoused codes, for having set above myself ideals.
What could there that could stand above the steel blade?
Was not honor a sham, loyalty and courage a deceit, an illusion of the ignorant, a dream of fools?
Was not the only wise man he who observed carefully and when he might took what he could?
The determinants of the wise man could not be such phantoms.
There was only gold, and power, and the bodies of women, and steel."
"When I raised my head from my hands I felt hard and cruel.
I was alone, but I had my arm, and its strength, and the Gorean blade.
Here, on this wooden land lostin the delta marshes, I was Ubar.
I knew now, as I had not before, what men were. I had in my misery learned this in myself.And now I saw myself a fool for having espoused codes, for having set above myself ideals.
What could there that could stand above the steel blade?
Was not honor a sham, loyalty and courage a deceit, an illusion of the ignorant, a dream of fools?
Was not the only wise man he who observed carefully and when he might took what he could?
The determinants of the wise man could not be such phantoms.
There was only gold, and power, and the bodies of women, and steel."