is upon us. It creeps inexorable to its midnight extinction. With it goes our last years dreams unfulfilled and with its passing comes our new aspirations be they reconstructions of past expectations. It is all about our ceaseless struggle to discover the good in ourselves. It is the circle of life.
For this circular flow to be the eternal case, failure must be pervasive and death and decay the status quo. As Keats said
It is what makes victory rare and the act of overcoming our baser instincts so sweetly rewarding.
Most of you here are among the empty, the lost and the eternally dead. You have succumbed to the easy lure of the path that is wide and lily leaven, the road to wickedness, mean spirited racist bunk. You will go on oblivious of the world and eternally trapped in the narrow spaces of your mind by sheer overwhelming ignorance. The few good people here are like a searchlight pointed into the abyss. You shine a little light into so much darkness.
As this day comes to an end, all I was here I will pass on also. I leave this place knowing I did what I thought was best and I leave a lot wiser. Some men are not worth saving and should be left to the the hell of their own making. Good men do not need any help, They always save themselves.
As the morning sun comes up, I aim to forget this place. What I will remember of it is that it is a trap...a place where you are sucked into the company of people that you would never abide in real life. These people are like a vacuum...all they do is suck
With this I say goodbye to you folks here. I will never come back. Amral, do your thing.