A Critique on Paganism – Pt. 1 – “How the Physical and Real becomes Forgotten” – 1/24/2021

“That which becomes forgotten was meant to turn to ash. That which isn’t forgotten, is like the sun. As the sun continues to glow, and whenever it fades, we will not remember it. We only remember the sun, as it continues to warm us.”

– Modern Romanticism

Should a Pagan worship the physical, then it worships the endless supply of tools. It does not worship what can be loved, without it no longer being a tool. Usable, for the tissue paper made to wipe the eye of a tear, can be “worshipped”, though only because we found it practical. Have we lost sight of what it means to worship? Upon the Abrahamic God, who represents love, we cannot find practicality in Him. However, through our desperation, we wish for it. We believe in miracles, despite science having taken the place of “the practical”. Does Paganism then worship science?

Love is not practical. This would make the Abrahamic God neither practical, nor physical, and not even something in comparison to “existence”. Whatever “exists”, in this world, can be touched, can be held, and that to a human, is a physical and external thing. Though, love is not a tool. Do we say to a person, whom we love and cherish, that they have merely been whom we use? That would be betrayal. From betrayal, comes a lack of trust from the one betrayed. If we are meant to trust God, then how does God trust us? This would be more evidence into God being unable to be at all physical, if something in which can be used can also trust us. For what trusts us, is to the care of it. If we worship what can be used, then we depict reliance as something more necessary than what is within ourselves. Does a tool connect to another? Or, does a tool merely fix what is wrong with another? And, if a tool only ever fixes another’s problem, then it will never be able to understand a person, within.

No tool understands itself as such, until it is given purpose as one. Though, where is the purpose in being loved? There is none, if love cannot be used. Love cannot be what we say we feel, when we use people. Does the Pagan comprehend that “the physical” is nothing more than the sheer reliance upon endless possibility? Can we rely on God, or can we rely on science, to make the possible occur? Pagans would worship the latter, in that sense. All others, would comprehend and be sure of themselves. For all that is known of love, is to know the self, and thus, be honest with another, without deception.

We cannot discover the endless, in possibilities, within love. However, we can discover that love is an endless Creator to possibilities. As in, we cannot be dissatisfied, in love, were we to hold it in truth. We cannot be dissatisfied of a oneness, when those possibilities, endless as they are, cannot make us satisfied. If one ever witnesses a woman wishing for truth, though instead takes the endless into her arms, then nothing is ever whole. She takes the endless, with the continuance of a broken or unfulfilled heart.

Nothing that is physical, can be worshipped as love. Do we worship another person, for the sake of their love? Or, have we been worshipping them, depending on them, because they were merely useful?

To worship a God of love, is to find Him useful. That is against love. That is, even unknowingly, believing more in a tool, over love. Though, through our physical forms, we can act, if we love. Though, we cannot solve, if all we do is combat the endless problems of others with ever-more conflicting and debating people with their differing solutions. What we should solve, is a person, by knowing them at heart. That is love.

Philosophy – “Why Creative Non-Fiction is an Oxymoron” – 10/14/2020

“A lie is imagination, burning an image into sight only ever convincing. The truth, however, is something that wallops you so hard, you will find it shocking.”

– Modern Romanticism

How far can a writer take creativity, when it comes to a fact? To comprehend creativity, itself, as unlimited in the human imagination, will make the creativity in non-fiction, be limited. However, it won’t be long before something so non-entertaining as the truth, becomes the distraction of a lie.

How can we split the creativity from the non-fiction, so that the former does not overlap the latter?

A lie is always distracting. We divert our attention from the truth, from the facts we should know, when we are entertained. Simple pleasures. Whoredom. Pornography. These are lies, meant to distract us. Distractions should always be considered the world’s abundance of lies, though only from the person who centers them for attention.

If we are creative with the truth, what is non-fiction, becomes fiction. If we are creative with the bitterness of logic, then it becomes the sweetness of each emotion. In today’s world, where distractions are seemingly the enterprise for things deemed as a “necessity”, why do we deny “creative non-fiction” as an oxymoron? If it is not an oxymoron, then what is the imagination? Is it not a realm where lies are constructed, as fiction? What a writer makes up, versus what is the truth, is how we can differ reality from unrealities.

All amount of creativity can breed an infinite amount of lies. To know what a lie is, look to creation, itself. All things constructed, versus all things originated, is the difference between a lie and a truth. We can look to the beginning, to find the truth. We can look to the middle-ground, to discover lies. The creator is truth. The creation is fiction, or a lie.

Novel Concept: – “To not Sink a Friend” – Based on Blogger’s Personal Experience – 6/10/2020

“To not Sink a Friend” is a tale of a man’s battle with his mind in his sudden need to revel in anger, raised against his negligence to befriend a beloved who he once placed all devotion.

A tale of misunderstood manipulation from said once-beloved, in the wrong belief that she is at fault. A tale of a man drunk on his rage, plagued with swarmed illness of the mind. A tale of depression as this man’s now-closest companion.

Throughout “To not Sink a Friend”, this man follows two paths that war with each other. To love or to betray a woman, whose love for him extends so vast, beyond normal human appreciation. Their love, broken, and his heart, shattered. Her heart, mended, though only in the face of his eternal care, his eternal devotion, once experienced in fullness in a romance. His care, his devotion that remains, is an entrapment, to only him. To her, it is a special talent of him.

Her heart, mended. His own, remaining destroyed by a mind that compels him into fits of rage. Emptiness is all he feels.

To sink her, would mean to depart, would mean for him to say the final word, “Goodbye” directly to her, ultimately leaving her to no one. For of a violent family to her, of a mother and a father, estranging her, and of addicts of other members, there is only the two. Of them two, both the man and the woman, once romantic lovers, now confused enemies. Would they remain to fight, or to one day love without restriction, in the name of friendship?

It is, to him, a shallowness, an emptiness, to not share his bed with her, to not kiss her, to not caress her. Love is of her. Anger is of him.

Quote – “The Only Definition of Diversity” – 6/7/2020

“Diversity must be defined as stemming from knowledge over one’s own culture, traditions, and ways. Diversity cannot be departed from tradition, as that would go against the belief in new ideas. To define diversity as related to what already is diverse about a world, will cause this definition to adhere to a cycle of repetition. It is there when quality is erased, because one, through that definition, had only ever focused on numbers, on groups, never the truth or originality that could be expressed as an art form from these diverse people. Therefore, through such a focus on ‘existing diversity’, not on new ideas from tradition, one has a focus on deception, because deception is always opposite from originality. That is because the newness in ideas are going to uphold an origin without a primary focus upon it. One needs not to focus on who they are, when they can focus primarily on the preservation of it only by the introduction of new ideas.

It is in strength that a preservation is made, because one can comprehend that their origin cannot be entirely lost when they merge it, and their traditions, with a new expressive idea.

In the focus on sheer identity of a person, one rejects newness in ideas, one rejects criticism to better those new ideas. Identity cannot be created, as much as one can only dismantle their traditions into disorder, and represent only that.

Without expression that stems from tradition, and without newness in ideas that stems from the same, a person is only ever ‘diverse’ in a manner where they’re mass produced as the same result.”

– Anonymous

Novel Idea – “The Window and the Beautiful Woman” – Romance – 5/14/2020


A woman about as beautiful as many, always seats herself before a mirror to adorn herself in cosmetic, to appear attractive, for no one. That mirror is her curse for loneliness. Though there is a man who represents the “peeping tom” in this story. He always comes to view this woman in the window, amazed at how well she dolls herself for a new day. No one admires her, except for the peeping tom.

Soon, she grows suspicious, because this man is not entirely stealthy in his movements. She occasionally wanders to the window out of curiosity and the ongoing suspicion. She sees her reflection in it, though because the window is dirty from weather, she does not use it as another mirror.

One day, she goes to the mirror, out of the same curiosity. In that time, she sees him, the peeping tom, while noticing her reflection at the same time. At that instant, they fall in love. Though, both sides only ever fall in love with their reflection, becoming a narcissistic relationship. Soon, loneliness becomes transferred to the side of the peeping tom.