Late Night Philosophy

My Status

As some of you might have noticed, I'm no longer a Preferred Author. This doesn't really bother me because once I realized that being Preferred didn't really mean anything or grant me any special powers or privilages, the prideful shine wore off. What does bother me is that I was forced to delete my collection of poems. If someone could show me where it is written that I can't compile several small items together into one, I would feel a lot better. All I found where the clauses against copyright infringment and anti-abuse laws.

The real question is, where does the boundery between legitamate journal and item-whore exist?

You know, this whole situation reminds me of a poem I wrote I call "At the End of Time"

{c}I stand at the end of time
And watch the events of humanity
I watch every sinful crime
Every break of social sanity

How far have we really come?
Have we really changed that much?
Giving relief to those few some
Whose lives we’d care to touch

We say we’ve grown better
That a new age has begun
I say we’ve grown bitter
Like the misbegotten son

Everything stays the same
It’s all the original sin
It’s always the same old game
And in the end, no one will win

I don't care about ratings or participation or even how many views I've gotten. It's the occasional good-will comments that I get that empower me to keep writing. Blackthorn (a fellow user) keeps me alive, but you keep me writing.

"I can't imagine a God who would care."
"I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid."
Bishop, Aliens
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