faith of the fallen

"You are ruled," Richard said in a voice that rang out over the multitude, "by mean little men."

The people gasped as one. To speak against a brother was treason, most likely, and heresy for sure.

"My crime?" Richard asked aloud. "I have given you something beautiful to see [in this statue], daring to hold the conviction that you have a right to see it if you wish. Worse . . . I have said that your lives are your own to live."

A rolling murmer swept out through the multitude. Richard's voice rose in power, demading in its clarity to be heard above the whispering.

"Evil is not one large entity, but a collection of countless, small depravities brought up from the muck by petty men. Living under the Order, you have traded the enrichment of vision for a gray fog of mediocrity--the fertile inspiration of striving and growth, for mindless stagnation and slow decay--the brave new ground of the attempt, for the timid quagmire of apathy."

With gazes riveted and lips still, the crowd listened. Richard gestured out over their heads with his sledgehammer, wielded with the effortless grace of a royal sword.

"You have traded freedom not even for a bowl of soup, but worse, for the spoken empty feelings of others who say that you deserve to have a full bowl of soup provided by someone else.

"Happiness, joy, accomplishment . . . are not finite commodities, to be divided up. Is a child's laughter to be divided up and allotted? No! Simply make more laughter!"

Laughter, pleased laughter, rippled through the crowd.

Brother Narev's scowl grew. "We've heard enough of your extremist rambling! Destroy your profane statue. Now."

Richard cocked his head. "Oh? The collective assembly of the Order, and of brothers, fears to hear what one insignificant man could say? You fear mere words that much, Brother Narev?"

Dark eyes stole a quick glance at the crowd as they leaned forward, eager to hear his answer.

"We fear no words. Virtue is on our side, and we will prevail. Speak your blasphemy, so all may understand why moral people will side against you."

Richard smiled out at the people, but he spoke with brutal honesty.

"Every person's life is theirs by right. An individual's life can and must belong only to himself, not to any society or community, or he is then but a slave. No one can deny another person their right to their life, nor seize by force what is produced by someone else, because that is stealing their means to sustain their life. It is treason against mankind to hold a knife to a man's throat and dictate how he must live his life. No society can be more important than the individuals who compose it, or else you ascribe supreme importance, not to man, but to any notion that strikes the fancy of that society, at a never-ending cost of lives. Reason and reality are the only means to just laws; mindless wishes, if given sovereignty, become deadly masters.

"Surrendering reason to faith in these men sanctions their use of force to enslave you--to murder you. You have the power to decide how you will live your life. These mean little men up here are but cockroaches, if you say they are. They have no power to control you but that which you grant them!"

Richard pointed with the sledgehammer back at the statue. "This is life. Your life. To live as you choose."



It's time to give passion towards the life that we have. We only get one life. It's time to start living the way you've always wanted--stop letting others enslave you to their selfish wants and desires. This life was given to YOU. It's time you start living it for you.

dear "friends"

Kay seriously people?? What is everybody's problem? Stop fucking making stupid assumptions. I hate this about all of you. First of all, stop fucking being mad at Jake. Because I was the one who instigated us making out. Yeah. Me. ME ME ME, I I I. I started it. I wanted to kiss him. So stop assuming that Jake is at fault. Sure, neither of us should have allowed it to happen because of all the fucking drama that could and HAS ensued, and sure, Jake should have and DID consider everyone's feelings about the matter-we talked about it- but it was not his fucking fault that all of you now have a problem with him. You instead should direct all of your stupid problems at me. Yes ME. Because I was the one that pushed him into it. But even then, none of this would have been a problem if certain people didn't stalk my fucking life! It's a private blog, THANKS for leaving it as such... jesus. I try not to be the cause of drama with you people because it's always such a HUGE fucking problem! Nobody ever benefits from you talking behind each other's backs and posting cryptic updates on your stupid online friend sites. Sure I'm being a huge fucking hypocrite right now but this was the only way I could get it all out to you at the same time without texting each of you or something equally as fucking stupid. God, technology sucks. If you fucking ever have any problem with me in future you better just say it to my face. I'm fucking sick of it.

Second of all, yes, I AM hanging out with matt again. No, I do not have any intention of dating him again. Thank you for making your stupid assumptions and thinking that without asking me what my true intentions are. I wish the rest of you could find in your hearts to forgive those who make mistakes like he did. Like Jake has. Like I have. We all fucking make mistakes.

Thanks for tuning in people. Now fucking grow up already...

Hah I feel like the world's biggest hypocrite right now. Oh wait. I AM.