Brownmane the Knight
Joined Feb 24, 2012 at 11:22PM EST
Hmm? You seek to know of me, do you?
Well, let’s just say I’ve seen my fair share of things, from quite a few different points of view.
Curious about my amulet?
It’s an allegorical representation of the chemical wedding, one of the goals of alchemy. The joining of two opposites, such as oil and water. ’Course, the image of a demon and an angel embracing also suggests that the old moral absolutes no longer apply.
Make of that what you will.
But yeah, as I stated earlier, my debauchery is largely limited to my preferences in masturbatory material. So what if I like to imagine how the cool, reptilian embrace of a naga feels like, it’s all in my head and not achievable and I quite recognize that fact. Plenty of weirder shit out there, and plenty less sane folk too.
I have the good sense to keep it all under wraps. Hell, I only told my mom about it recently, after years of sneaking it behind her back, and I suspect the gravity of such a confession flew right over her head. Still, I’m fairly content with my lot, despite some whining (mostly due to the fact that I can’t discuss this with a whole lot of people) and whatnot.
And you know, such fantasies might not be so unachievable in the future. With some advancement in bio- and nanotechnology, it will be possible to reconstruct the human body from scratch. And once you can do that, you can also modify it to your heart’s content. In the end, it’s all simple bone, sinew and keratin, so you don’t even have to splice in any genes from different species if you want to look like a beast. Quite simple, in theory. ‘Course, theory and practice are rarely the same but hell, it’s worth a shot. Though I doubt the small-minded would allow that sort of thing even if it became possible.
Oh, I don’t really hate humanity, I just find them disappointing and irritating. Plenty of fine people exist, they’re just the minority and have little power to change things if you ask me.
I think you’ve misinterpreted me quite badly, here. Despite all my wild claims of lechery, I ain’t even had sex once in my entire life. Came close to it once, but chickened out. And I don’t go around chasing the ladies, neither, what with me not being too interested in the human form.
I’m a firm believer in the golden mean, the middle path, that states everything in moderation. Excesses and extremism only leads to pain and suffering in the long-term. That, however, does not preclude having some debauched fun every now and then. Everything in moderation also applies to moderation itself; sometimes it’s healthy to simply cut loose and revel a bit. Bottling it all up is just gonna bite you in the ass later down the line.
You know, funny thing about the Victorian era is that some of the staples of bedroom antics are products of it. The ever-trusty vibrator, for example. Goes to show people will only get more depraved when you forbid depravity, heh.
You’ve always made a grand show of demonstrating how most of humanity goes through life on “autopilot”, yes? How they rely on their instincts and desires instead of rational thought? Well, that really makes them no different from the rest of the beasts, does it? They have the great gift of intellect, yet they choose not to employ it. Except, of course, when it becomes convenient.
One such convenient situation is when we’re looking for a little ego boost. The easiest way for that, of course, is to put others down to make yourself look better. And the animals ain’t gonna complain about being disparaged, so there you go, easy target. What I find both tragic and comedic is that we condemn them for the exact same things we do, most of the time. What pisses me off is that nobody seems to care about this hypocrisy.
Which is why humanity is desperately out of its depth when it comes to lording it over the planet. We can’t even own up to our bullshit and take responsibility. We’re a bunch of children playing a game we barely understand, with dangerous toys. I find little worth praising in that.
Programmed to? Forgive me, I thought the single saving grace of humanity was that we can defy our programming.
I quite understand that it’s no mean feat to look at things from a non-human perspective. We can’t help the fact that we are as we are. True, we’re all guilty of anthropocentrism, myself included. I beat myself for this and other such failings constantly, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.
The problem isn’t so much the fact that we’re guilty, it’s the extent to which we are guilty and, more importantly, our refusal to admit that guilt.
Nah, don’t much like poetry. Tends to be too pompous and contrived for my liking. I’d rather they just drop the anvil rather than beat around the bush, if they have something that important to tell us.
But this does handily demonstrate anthropocentrism and illustrates how prevalent it is. Whether any given work is praising or condemning humanity, it’s always about humanity. Honestly, we’re nothing special. The only really distinctive quality is our cranial capacity, and we don’t exactly have a monopoly on that either. Go look at any of the other species displaying a degree of intellect, you’ll find they get up to much of the same shit we do. At least they have the courtesy of not being full of themselves. Then again, maybe they are, we just assume they aren’t because our fragile egos can’t take the thought of some beast being as arrogant as us.
But I doubt that’s really something that interests you all that much. Are you familiar with VNV Nation? Fairly interesting band, combines somewhat pop-ish industrial music with lyrics touching upon philosophical themes. Might be to your liking.
Yeah, well, as I said, I’ve been sitting here in sickbay all weekend. Since I had the foresight to bring ol’ lappy with me, I decided to catch up on what I’d been missing. Don’t count on me staying around too much, though, they’ll make me crawl around in the mud again as soon as the fever drops. ‘Course, that’ll probably make me sick again, so who knows.
Not much to smile about in here, though. The weather’s been shit, the food ain’t much and the entertainment is sorely lacking. The superiors are assholes, but that’s par for the course. My comrades are a nice enough bunch, but all the “guy” stuff gets pretty repetitive, and it ain’t exactly my area of expertise.
Well, I suspect that stems from the fact that we Finns tend to be an insular lot, not caring for the world at large, instead concentrating on our own petty politics and drama. It takes a certain degree of critical thinking, determination and wit to break out of that mindset, and the necessity to learn a different language to communicate effectively with the world at large ensures a capacity for learning and creativity. This all adds up to a much greater chance for a cool person to emerge.
But I digress. Nice to know at least some folks appreciate my scribblings. Unfortunately, after this I need to finish off a couple of mandatory Swedish courses, which are a repugnant stain on the otherwise passable record of the Finnish educational system, that I left hanging. So, no freedom for poor old me. Ain’t I lucky?