The world as I see it

So true indeed. In all honesty, I hate people. I hate the world we made, I hate my peers, I hate humanity. The world as I see it, is a decadent place akin to ancient Rome. The hypocrisy and the illusions of grandeur humanity has of itself makes me sick. We fill our lives with vapid pursuits. We scorn the intelligentsias of our society and hide within our delusions of adequacy.

The world is poisoned by the unthinking, self-serving, pleasure seeking pursuits of lesser minds. I have to admit, even I am gripped by this poison that so afflicts us all. The very fact that I see myself as the chosen few who can see this invisible poison serves only as a testament to my own failings. I wallow in the same pit as the rest of humanity, comforting myself with my ‘moral’ righteousness and my ‘superior’ intellect. I try to enforce my vision on the less worthy while I drink lavishly from the poisonous well that we all share.

Such bitterness you can almost taste it. But you do not, so do not pretend that you do. People, people, people. I see myself as a Saviour and a destroyer. With all my might I wish for the utter destruction of the human race, yet at the same time I hope that there is indeed something worth saving. But I can not find it. The people I meet only confirms my dreaded realization years ago, Humanity must be extinguished if we can not as a species elevate ourselves to a higher calling, a destiny if you will. We are self destructive creatures with perverted based desires which we mistake for cognition. So what if we are sentient when we indulge our every whim. Despite all my misgivings for my grotesque race, I have seen beauty in it.

These are people who stand outside of society, not by birth or circumstance, but by choice. To study the monstrosity that is modern society we abandon our ties with society and look at it with apathy and disdain. We see society for what it is, and it is in these people are find solace. The beauty of the mind is at its brightest amongst these outcast, I see this outcast as the hope of humanity, philosophers each and every one. Perhaps in an age where Plato’s vision of philosopher kings can truly be manifest. Perhaps, perhaps humanity may be worth saving once more.