Outbursts of a Failed Sociopath

Baethan Balor Proclaims In The Initial Opening Of His Journal Entries Comprised Of Philosophical Musings Observations Insights Stories And Poems: I'M An Idiot A Presumptuous Buffoon. The Entire Concept And Execution Of This Document Is The Ego. We'Re All Predisposed To Be Self-Centered Cretins Who Thrive Off The Validation And Adoration Of Our Species. Social Creatures-For Utter Shame; Cooperation For The Sake Of Mock Peace; An Abominable Invasive Parasitic Primate Deviation. Hedonism Is Our Basic Faculty We Strive To Overcome In Attempt To Understand And Harness The World-Our Reality. On Humanity Baethan Muses And Reflects; His Powerful Style Tugs And Prods The Reader Through A Torrent Of Unique Expositions. Baethan Forgoes Subtleties In Favor Of An Eccentric Outlook Of The World Asserted With Grim Machinations And Bold Theories Captured In Poignant And Often-Warped Prose. He Writes A Thought Is Like A Gem. You Can Market Either Sell Either For The Beauty Inherent; Both Are Useless. We Value Gems Gold And Other Trinkets By The Measure Of Faith We Place In The Idea That Any Material Substance Holds Intrinsic Value Over Any Other. What Is The Value Of Wholesome Food And A Reliable Shelter Over Anything Extravagant And Superfluous? What Then Constitutes The Value Of A Gem A Shiny Bauble Or A Brick Of Gold? The Same Value That Constitutes An Oil Painting A Marble Statue A Musical Composition. Our Faith In The Material World We Enjoy Through The Application Of Our Sensory Perceptions Determines The Value Of All. Therefore A Thought Is Like A Gem; Both Are Terrible. Read And Be Enlightened Haunted Entertained And Appalled With This Rare And Vivid Exposure Of A Human Mind The Outbursts Of A Failed Sociopath Thoughts Of An Amiable Stranger (Year Two).