Redefined

I am part of the ideology… Difference is me.

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Silence is my dwelling place. My soul exits the Gateway only when there is silence. Why silence? Because more than 300 days ago, I found the useless power of words, the lameness of speech, and the betrayal of words. Since then, I never used words to unleash my anger, because what anger is to me might be submission to them, just because of the fragility of words. Since then, I buried the soul. Keneth, the child with outlandish curls, the child who created worlds through words, the child who believed in the hidden alliance of the mind and speech, died – of grief, because depression can kill. From his dead soul rose the renewed specter – wiser, more resilient, bold, critical, yet quieter, steadier, unmoved. This is the new persona – a spirit formed by the transition of the mind from social to seclusion, the corporal metamorphosis, and the realization of the pathos. Thus, a new life sets forth – and he shall be called Mephisto, literature’s devil, but reality’s observer. I… shall… be… called… Mephisto.

Beauty redefined me. From the child who dismissed things as ugly most of the time, I developed the eye for beauty and beauty is not fame, nor glory. It is sincerity – a genuine facet of humankind. I find beauty in everything. Everything is impressive, as long as everything exudes a genuine feeling of self-belief. I find beauty in a trash can, on tattered clothes, on outlandishly curled hair, on black skin, on pink albino eyes, on the ecstasy of playing video games, on poems, on literature, on senility, on food, on disease, on death, and on everything that was created.

I am the one who sees beauty first, and this sets me far from the people of today…

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I am the student of Humility. What others deem as a simple virtue, is a grand design to me. Humility is salvation, an element of the psyche that creates a barrier from provocative diabolic forces. It is a screen, a mask that Keneth failed to develop – the fatal failure. Humility is the basics of White Pride. You dress down one day, expecting ridicule, but instead you make an impression, a notion that would surely last. And this impression would define you as the “different”, “the deviant”, and with praise, they would end calling you “the enigma.”

The highest honors…

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My priority would include the very basics of existence: food, clothing, and shelter. Food is a new element of my being. While others abhor too much eating, I find the simple joys of filling the belly, satisfying the animalistic side of being human. This is my simple claim on humanity, because I fear that the world of tomorrow will no longer be the world of humans. Instead, it will be infested by a new race called the Superficials…

Clothing is another new element of my being. And by clothing, I mean clothing – the produce of nature that would emphasize the beauty of the body, and protect it from the harsh wrath of the Mother. Clothing should be a natural given that would serve the purpose of making the body comfortable, making the body free of any constraints so that the body may function efficiently in its task of being the steward of the world. I heed this as important because the people of today are blind to this definition. The people of today see clothing as an accessory, an external entity that creates competition, if not envy or hatred.

Lastly, Shelter. The home. It is the final addition to my survival kit. It is where I would establish my powerhouse, the faculty of my reason, my belief, my faith, my emotions, my scripted response to the world beyond… Keneth did not survive the world because he had no shelter – no home. And as a child left to the harsh cruelties of an unforgiving life, he would surely die. Now, I have a home. The Gateway nurtures me, and I feel the home now more than ever.

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Finally, Silence. Silence is music to my ears. It is a melody that eases the pressure of noise (the plunders of the world, the uninvited visitors to the party of the peaceful mind). Silence would free me. It would liberate me from the claws of insanity, where Keneth once succumbed – to death.