This week, someone asked me what my favorite time to travel is, and I told them I adore the night… 🧛♀️
Moreover, I added a new philosophy to my eternal book:
“No salvation, no damnation, just the cruel mercy of truth.”
—kimV.
Truth is a poisoned gift, a mercy that wounds.
The people who inhabit this earth fear the truth, as if there were ghosts beneath the table making it levitate or tugging at your feet… the only ghost is your conscience 😏
It amuses me to see the followers of the light terrified of the “devil,” imagining it as a horrifying creature, when the only demon is their own flesh… and the followers of this creature slaves to their desires… both empty beings, superficial, trapped in the inertia of consumption, routines, consumed by their impulses and disconnected from the depth of their existence— in the end, searching beneath the table for something mystical: it’s just them, facing the reality of an existence that comes without an instruction manual or purpose… 😒
Oh, my dears, always seeking in trivialities a reason to embrace humanity, but not one that pursues the good of others, rather one filled with greed and control over others… like emotional zombies, consuming without reflection, repeating patterns.
They forget that what matters is living well with oneself, after having made a decision.
Once, a vampire was asked how it felt to be immortal, and he replied:
“It’s like asking the sky what it sees; no man understands it.”
Anything external to your consciousness is merely a patch.. 😮💨
Gossip sesh… or much prefer to name it “Whispers inside a red liquid” where secrets swirl like vitae in the chalice of night.
A friend of mine asked me during lunch, “Why are there bad people in the world?”—a question we’ve all heard or posed at some point. My internal response—“the real question is ‘why are there good people in this world’”—yes, I know it’s raw, but I simply flipped the board and thought… But beware, the issue isn’t evil; it’s that goodness is the anomaly 😮💨
Btw, I didn’t tell her, because not everyone processes truths with the same coolness… or as I see it, logic..
Dear reader, yes, evil is the norm, goodness the exception; many contemporary communicators wish to express this, but many have been silenced since 500 B.C. (Socrates, Anaxagoras, Aristotle, etc.).
Those structures or towers of absolute truths (whether corporate, moral, or social) hold up as long as you don’t look too closely, but when you zoom in, they vanish..
These cracks in those absolute truths are contradictions, hidden interests, artifices unseen without a magnifying glass…
Humans I respect for avoiding their “zombie” behavior: philosophers, who brought fresh air amid the insignificance that instinct can be—this I share with you while reading a book suggested by another, “Egyptian Book of the Dead,” and in the background listening to Dvorak: Gypsy, No. 4—it reminds me of philosophers like Foucault, who spoke of how power and “truths” are social constructions, or even Buddhists, who view reality as illusory (māyā).
I’ve always thought: it’s not just that this is illusory; it’s smoke, something that seems tangible until you try to grasp it…
So human, the desire to lock it down 🍷🩸
If life is smoke and structures of absolute truths, evil might be what arises naturally in a world without fixed purpose, while goodness is a conscious effort, a rarity that defies entropy 😏
Goodness is a human rarity; it’s like seeing a vampire refuse to drink human blood, when that’s the only one that truly satiates, just as for humans it’s going against that inexplicable pleasure the flesh whispers in their ear…
In a world where existence is “meaningless” upon reflection, evil could be explained as egoism (self over others), survival (preservation of the self in the face of fear), or simply inertia (zombie mode).
But goodness—selfless acts, empathy, sacrifice—seems to go against the current.
It’s as if goodness were an act of rebellion against the universe’s indifference.. 😏
As I began this writing, truth offers no reward nor averts punishment, but it forces you to choose with clarity in the face of the void.
That’s why it’s almost like a “miracle” if explained from the logic of instinct.
In other words, existence doesn’t dictate meaning, but consciousness can challenge the inertia of the void with acts of goodness—rare, fleeting, but illuminating the darkness when you close your eyes.
It’s ironic that goodness is harder to explain than evil. 😏
And it’s ironic that truth, which should be liberating, sometimes weighs so heavily on the human conscience.
Truth is a mercy, but not the kind that embraces you; it’s the kind that slap on the back and says, “Now deal with this.”
Goodness doesn’t arise naturally, nor is it a sin not to practice it—it’s simply an act of resistance against our tendency to yield to “desire” by default.
Are you asking if you should resist desire?
I’m not saying you should—as I’ve said in any of my other texts, if you’re aware, you can look it in the eyes of temptation and decide there.
I’ve never held the concept of myself as a saint 🥱
I’ve always thought that “I’m not going to pretend I’m pure or that my actions are for some lofty ideal” 😒
I just leave clues here, say what I consider logical, but I’m not the owner of truth nor do I pretend to be—I’m not seeking a medal, I’m not interested in the “saint” halo 😮💨
I never give explanations.. If you can’t read the room, that’s on you.
For me, human life can be summed up in this philosophy:
Тонкое собственное кружево, наполненное чувственностью и музыкой, воистину чарующая история…
Me? I think there’s something I live that I can’t fully explain to you—I can only show you an echo, a shadow, a metaphor 😉
A prototype will always have to be the main character to play the real game 🫦
Bye now! 💋🩸
