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[impure_tale]

(OOC: It's Midnight Where I live!)

I propose a conundrum, dear readers -- a discussion, perhaps, to reflect not upon this most recent of floods, but rather the charnel house many of you freshly returned from in the last port.

Nature is a force that cannot reproduce without committing acts of destruction. Life and death are two inseparable processes.

We, my fellow Inmates, are caught in a place somewhere between what is a natural order, and seemingly for an unnatural reason -- someone wants us to change, to better ourselves, to overcome the circumstances which they believe led to our untimely demises. There are those of you, now, who can profess to have died twice, now. How natural, truly, is that?

Nature is mocked, here, and seemingly at the whims of some invisible officer, who takes away your freedom should you stamp your foot and placates you with a sweetie when you ask too many questions. We, my readers, do not belong here.

Why behave? Why conform? If Nature is involved in a constant process of renewal, which involves destruction, would we not be acting in harmony with her wishes if we were to continue multiplying those acts of destruction? How can Nature possibly be angry when she sees man copying her and doing what she herself does every day?

And what purpose do we serve -- what renewal takes place if we are to die here, repeatedly, and come back to the same bodies we left behind? A natural form of change has been stolen for something more base, more deluded, more man-made. And for what? Is it really for our redemption, or one man's entertainment?

A man's lifetime is spent avoiding the end, building up to it, preparing oneself or lying to the very last breath. The point is that it was horrible enough the first time -- enough that coming out of it there is not one among us that would think they should like to experience it again. What, then, is the point?

Comments

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

...yeah, somethin' like that.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

In all natural things, one thing must destroy another in order to go on living. One cannot create without destroying.

Do you follow?

He can't agree with you on principle

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

...what about makin' babies? That don't destroy anything...

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

The maidenhead is destroyed in the first conjugal breach, mon ami. The first pleasure is always accompanied by pain.

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[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

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[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

That don't count for nothin'.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

There is also the pain and injury suffered by women in childbirth. How they are stretched and strained and scarred, all for bringing a new life into the world. Then there is the killing of animals to feed the mother that she might provide milk to her newborn -- the withering of her breasts after she has nursed many a child.

I could name still more things.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

You enjoy that stuff? I ain't never thought about it and I don't want to.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

My talking about it doesn't automatically mean I enjoy it. I am merely making a point.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Well, I think you do enjoy it.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I enjoy sex because I'm human and healthy. I am merely tolerant of the effects natural processes have on the body over time.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

But my point still stands.

One does not create without destroying.

He's getting religious now too...but he's got a limited understand there too

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Then what about the first thing that God made?

What did the Boss say it was

The first man. What was destroyed to make him?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

There is no God, and the myth of a man broken from a mold of clay therefore is irrelevant as well.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Why does it matter, anyhow? I reckon destruction and creation ain't that excitin'.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

The point is that they merely are. They are present in everything we do, everything we think.

But here the order is interrupted. We cannot be fully destroyed. We die, and are brought back to die again. This is not natural.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

It ain't natural, but it ain't inconvenient.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Dying is dying. It is more than unpleasant enough that doing so many times in succession shouldn't ever occur.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

I don't mind it so much. 'Course, if you want someone to make sure you stay dead...

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Don't lie. You were food for a legion of over-glorified bugs; I doubt you enjoyed yourself any more than you did with whatever blow that brought you here the first time.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

...that's subject's still up for debate. Ain't too sure I died in the first place. 'least, not how them wardens say I did.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You do not agree with the information you Warden has given you?

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Ain't got no reason to. The Boss says it ain't so.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

The Boss?

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[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

...yeah. The Boss.