Questions, lamenats, and mantras: Chapter 1

Questions, laments, and mantras.

Is silence really golden? What about those times when you say something stupid and you pray for someone, anyone to say something, anything? Or perhaps after a one night stand, when the other person has left and all is quiet for that moment. Silence is not gold, it is copper, like a penny. For you thoughts, perhaps.
If someone asked you if you believed in hell, what would you say? Would you deny it's existence, lamenting that if God truly loved us, he wouldn't allow anything so evil and vile to exist? Yet everyone has their own little piece of it. Hell is silence. Silence is nothingness. Nothingness given meaning is darkness. And that is where it all begins.
We fear what we cannot see, what exists in the darkness, yet wouldn't it be wiser to fear the things we can see and what we know exists? Logic eludes us even after centuries of wandering, furtive peeks into the darkness reveal nothing. Nothingness is silence reversed.
We deny what is real and embrace what may be, forcing ourselves to believe things that we are told are true.We even tell ourselves things to make it through the day with our sanities intact.
I am made of steel and I feel no pain. Iammadeofsteelandifeelnopain. Iammadeofsteelandifeelnopain.

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And we tell ourselves we are invincible until the last day. And at the edge of the world, we die.

I am made of steel and I feel no pain.