Dec 17, 2006 17:36
I feel like fucking Frodo with the One Ring.
Though I've let others see it, a few even touch it, this weight is mine to bear.
Tempted by its power, my lust is curbed by an unshakable sense of responsibility to the weak, the stupid, the human.
My journey through all the world's pleasures is tainted by the Ring, and I will only find relief in our shared destruction.
[Frodo wouldn't have made it very far without Sam.
But Sam didn't have a fucking clue.]
The Ring is the knowledge I stumbled upon and unwittingly cursed myself with.
Its power would allow me to interpret, predict, and control the human being.
My belief in order and patterns in everything produced an understanding of the subconscious reactions that govern your "actions."
I cannot rid myself of it.
I cannot share the burden.
Sans quarantine, this blight would replace Feminazism as the world's major psychological epidemic.
And that just won't do.
There's no magic, no mystery, no excitement to life when you understand it for what it is.
Ignorance really is bliss, and I'd give anything to have it back.
I never can, though.
My lot is to abstain from life's cheat codes until I break.