INERTIA

The difficult part of what I am doing is the fact that I am really, alone. There is no none around to act as the focus of my ire or my anger. There really is no one to compete with, and being the predator that I am, I find myself unmoved to perfection. The craft itself has never ever been the reason for me writing for perfection. It has always just been the craft. No more, no less.

Now I am moved by the need to smite, as it always is the case when faced with idiocy and stupidity. There really isn’t a lot of people who get my goat, but those who pretend to know what power is, and pretend to know everything, and even then, try and promote themselves as greater than other people, do tend to get my goat. So much so that I feel it is a form of social service to stab these people in the chest with a decently sharp implement. There is no place for ego in a world that is spinning slowly into madness. It only helps fuel the inertia.