http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog A Journey to the Unknown Sun, 23 Mar 2008 14:50:53 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I am consistently amazed by the human ability to deceive oneself. Is it really so bad to know what's actually out there in the world with you? It must be. Why else would such knowledge be so desperately avoided? Of course, the acceptance of certain types of being does lower the standing of the ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/03/23/entry-79/ It was an experiment in which sociologists everywhere could take pride, though the actual intention had been to gather information. I should have known better. I asked around about the bizarre disappearances, the recent rash of particularly brutal murders that have cropped up. Many people claimed they hadn’t heard. Of those ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/03/22/entry-78/ At my order, we moved into their world. I with my army. We integrated ourselves into their lives, into their city. Slowly. At first, they might not have even known that we were there. It could have been any number of things engaging in the killing. Any manner of animal or beast. ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/03/16/entry-77/ If this person is me, revisited, they have developed a skewed impression of my needs. Tonight, as I walked the garishly lit streets, I couldn’t help thinking, why here? Why this city? If this is my life relived, shouldn’t it closely follow its course? This is far removed from a bastion of ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/03/08/entry-76/ When I arrived in Florence, it was at the beginning of the Renaissance. There was such an obsession with beauty, culture, and knowledge, all things that, in my former life, I had yearned to experience. So much was the city overflowing with these fundamentals, once I saw the vibrancy of ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/03/07/entry-75/ People are dying. Not deserving people. Not terrible people. Decent people. Relatively innocent people. They are dying, because I am always one step behind. These are still my sins. These are still my crimes… carried out precisely, in the order in which I carried them out. But I remember what comes ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/02/26/entry-74/ Florence. There was a time when I looked upon it as the best period of my being. It was all still new. The strength. The craving. The eternal life. I was carnal. And I was free. I could take what I wanted, but everyone was so willing to give that I ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/02/20/entry-73/ There’s not a city that’s safe now. When they serve as your sustenance, you go where the people are. And there are numerous choices here, cities with large populations and people who don’t pay adequate attention. But they won’t move. Not yet. There is plenty of blood walking these streets night ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/02/19/entry-72/ It was a time of great richness of being. The wrong kind of richness and the wrong kind of being, but still it was wealth, and I cannot discount it as a time without personal success. Or at least what felt like triumph at the time. Because I was creating, ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/02/11/entry-71/ And then there are those things for which punishment isn’t necessary. Things that, by no means, make amends, but do make me experience some form of delight in myself again. I have arrived here, where they are, in Las Vegas. I should have known. I arrived still hungry. After my fast, it ... http://www.illusionsofsoul.com/blog/2008/02/11/entry-70/