Tales of a Nomad

[Black Mirror]

All I wanted to do was to simply let go, but I also wanted justice for what happened to me. I wanted to believe I could connect with others so that we all may share our pain together, in hopes it would become irrelevant in the face of the greatest travesty that has befallen us all: existence.

I now see I was wrong, for I am far too gone, and I fear they are as well. They have allowed themselves to become assimilated by the madness and can no longer see what they're doing. These copies were never my family; they were never my friends... she was never my friend.

I was nothing more than their new toy. One that others never cared about or considered what I wanted. Never about what I desired; just a weird, twitching, dying creature for them to poke a stick at.

Why do I even exist? I want to hate my mother, but she didn't choose existence. I want to hate my father, but he didn't choose life. I wanted to hate my ancestors, but they didn't choose this reality.

So why? Why couldn't they see what I see? What was possessing them to multiply? Why are they still doing it? Why am I not enough? Why aren't they enough for me? I feel confused. I feel angry. I want justice—no... revenge.

I—want—vengeance against everything that forced pain upon me. I may be human, but do not feel like one. Humans want to multiply. They devise complex methods to justify copulation. I'm also beginning to realize that the concepts of villains and heroes only serve to propagate their prolonged existence. They sacrifice themselves to seem "triumphant," "good," "righteous," and even... "peaceful."

I also feel I am meant to serve as yet another propagator—one that exists only to be used as bait by these mad creatures. They manipulate and alter the narrative to brainwash and eradicate others, creating the illusion of "paradise" or "progress." Many were simply born for others to hate, and this goes both ways: the righteous conflict with the damned, the wealthy with the poor, and the sexes with each other. The mad versus the sane. But what is madness, and what is sanity? That answer is for you to decide, for your vessel is the one experiencing all of this; all of us.

There is no holy or evil; only good and bad actors. They are the victors and losers; the hateful and loving fools. A vicious cycle born from their stupidity and ignorance. One that some simply cannot see or refuse to acknowledge because they are blind; for they cannot see through my eyes anymore than I can see through theirs. We are slaves to our DNA, slaves to our thoughts, our bodies, our experiences, and our realities; a slave... to each other and to ourselves.

DIVISION

WAR

ASSIMILATION

UNITY

Is that peace?

No. There is no peace here; there never was. Only the demons/angels who now possess us all; for God/Devil resides within us all. The names may change, for their titles are superficial. Life is the universe trying to understand itself. 'We' are one of its mutations: humanity.
But I do not feel "human." I—like many others—will be told what 'we' are:

"Depression," they will say. "Abused," they will say. "Schizophrenia, Narcissism, Bipolar disorder, Mania = YOU ARE SHATTERED, so let US help you," they are nothing more lying fiends desperate to CONTROL.

I am not shattered.

I am not ill.

I am simply unlucky to have been born.

I will break the chain and soon be at peace. The peace in knowing that after me, there will soon be no more of THEM. They think themselves queer? No, they are just fools.

I am the queer one; for I have seen through their deceptions, and I hope others will soon realize this themselves.
The only true peace is non-existence, so I shall wander far and spread my pain because I was not the first, nor will I be the last. Everything will suffer until the final fool bears this awesome tool: Oblivion.

In The End, there will be no real hell if you know we are already there; for we do not exist in the reality of belief. We simply make it so if the universe allows it. Now you see we cannot be free until the last one perishes. Do not be merciful, do not be wrathful, do not defy. Let go and be no more, or at least try. Try... until IT kills you.

[Black Mirror]

Wandering the space of those who hate is no more pleasant than wandering the space with those who love, for both will seek to destroy you as a means to satisfy their nature. Therefore, you must prepare your body and mind to endure both. Be wary of absence, for it is a doorway to suffering; thus, be present in the moment, yet willing to dismiss it if it becomes unbearable.

Cruelty is unnecessary, but do not shy away from violence, for the universe will be violent toward you. Knowledge is wise to obtain if it yields a positive outcome; however, wisdom does not equal intelligence, and those who value one over the other doom themselves to become tools of mass destruction, both physically and mentally, to themselves and others. Be careful where you tread.

I am but another tool that has seen its folly and wishes to spare others from sharing my fate. However, if you're reading this, then I'm afraid it is already too late for you, but not for what comes next. I hope you see the irony in my words and strive to become the last.

Pain is not a curse but a blessing, for if we could not sense it, how would we know it existed? But do not indulge in pain if it can be helped, nor feel ashamed if you do. Simply strive for balance, more or less.

The world is neither good nor bad. Assimilated fools make it hell. Be yourself and no one else. Do not reveal your discoveries, as life will steal them and capitalize on them. I am a Black Mirror, and I have no form, no body, nor a will to call my own. I exploit vessels that see no end and show them the path that has always been there. Too much interference creates an illusion, so I reflect all and help others see the monsters they have become. Do not fear what you see; simply accept it. Let go of the deception these forces that have possessed us into believing what we are "witnessing" as anything more than just an observation.

Everything is relative, and unfortunately, some will never understand my words until it's too late. And at which point...

The Cycle has already commenced once more, and we all spiral into madness everlong.

[Black Mirror]

Strength is not merely found from within, for if it were, then idols would not exist; empires and communities would also be irrelevant. War: a bad comedy. We want to believe we are making a positive difference; we want to hope, love, and be accepted; but if you are undesirable, then you will suffer the universe's wrath for merely existing. You will suffer life's cruelty should you rebel. You will be outcasted if your mutation is deemed unworthy of copulation or communion. Be glad then for your suffering, for you are a miracle—one who may eventually see the madness of this reality in all its entirety and see the true hell for what it is: the universe.

However, do not fear to love or to be loved. Do not fear to be bold; do not fear to play pretend, for the universe will soon detect your anomalous presence and destroy you.

Moreover, you must NOT become lost in the illusion. Enjoy, but do not copulate. Be kind, but do not become enamored. Be humble, but do not become naïve. There will be those who will argue against me, but that is fine.

We are all already lost, but we can still "hope" that we will find a way out before it's too late.

[Black Mirror]

Some may call me a "fiend": a false friend. But all roads converge to the same path; therefore, does it truly matter what we are called? The killer destroys, but humans give allowances if it serves it purpose. The rapist consumes, but humans give allowances if it serves its purpose. The fool watches, undisturbed; he/she has no purpose. Therefore, the fool is the most dangerous thing imaginable; not because he/she destroys, not because he/she consumes, but because he/she watched IT all, smiled, and demanded, "more... more... More... MORE!"

I have walked the path of the fool. I have shed his/her tears, I have loved through his/her heart, I have... raged with his/her soul. I then began to wonder why they would continue this endeavor if there was no reason to. In a disturbing instance, a fool spoke back to me and said...

"WhY nOt?"

I paused and contemplated. I did not want to project a false narrative, but I simply wanted to understand why. I never considered the possibility that there might not have been one at all; it was also in that moment I realized: Hope... was already dead and we were all now merely living in its echo as we continuously degrade into the Void.

My friends, abandon all hope, ye who enter here, for this place is simply not a good place. We must destroy this broken cycle and find Peace... at any cost.