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My Day, Squared.

My Day, Squared.
Submitted by mysti on Monday, November 14, 2005 - 10:40

My day today wasn't special. Actually today was pretty much unfascinating in about every respect.
But I suppose life needs to have some kind of insignificant days, or you wouldn'd notice the really good days.

It's Monday again.... I detest Mondays.
Oh well.
I'll just post a lot of sh** about the week as it comes by. Maybe not.. We'll see.

I go to Wikipedia sometimes to study various (Mythological) things that technically won't help me acidemically because those said things interest me. So here's what I found out;

There are several Angels of Death, mostly of hebrew origin. Specifically, in almost every culture and ethnic group they take on different names, but all of them have but one title: Angel of Death. Several Angels of Death's names are: Ankou (Bretonic; 'The cart puller'), The Morrigan (Celtic; The crow and battle maiden), Thanatos (Greek/Roman; Brother of Sleep, son of the night), Odin (Norse; Lord of Fury), Azrael (Qu'ran; The book-signer), Samael (Talmudic; accurser, seducer, and destroyer), Abaddon (Hebrew; destruction personified), and of course our classic latinic guy down there, Satan.

I found this all fascinating, honestly. Sure, it's undeniably depressing and very difficult to read about, as some of the definitions of the Angel of Death can be rather... disturbing to faith and beliefs, and it makes you hate life and consider certain things bleak and meaningless. In other words, it's rather nihilistic. At the same time, you also get a feeling of enlightenment to know such things. Stupid ambigousity of knowledge. When studying this stuff, I never have any feeling of Nihilism (my father gets that feeling when he studies this stuff up). There's no need to consult Nietzsche or Heidegger about such feelings. I seriously think that that whole movement is so superficial anyway.

Seriously though, I try not to be pessimistic about life. Life really isn't candy-coated with death and dispair.
Despair about it all you like, but existance is never bleak. When you think it's bleak, would you not have purpose in thinking that?

Right now I need a hug...

...Nevermind, that sounded too emo.



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