It's the year 6066 in the final century of the soon to be extinct Alpha Centauri Outpost. Unearthed from the ruins is the journal of one soul who watched his planet spiral out of control into a consuming madness of doom. Slowly, a portrait is painted of greed, myopic mania and a lust for death.
It is an Odyssey into Insanity.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Is it sane to be sane in an insane world?
Is it sane to be sane in an insane world? There are a few Noble Souls who try to speak out but the Immoral shout them down or have them killed. Maybe I should just give in and spout the same lies as everyone else. “All is good!” I’d proclaim. “Happiness and sanity are overrated!” See? That’s my problem: something always slips out. You see, in these glorious times, the truth is a traitor to our Ways. I wonder if someone reading this a thousand years from now can understand that? They may not understand the nature of our madness; of the Colossal Stupidity of seeking comfort in fleeting, temporal lies; hoping against hope that somehow we can choose Death and have Life.
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