When you kill someone, you affirm your own existence. You heighten your perceptions. You know that you are continuing to exist at the moment that they no longer exist. Their pain is exactly what you are not feeling. You are everywhere at the moment that they are nowhere. You no longer have to be yourself because they have done that for you by dying. Killing puts your social intentions into perspective. If you can kill someone with the correct attitude,you can do anything. You realized the hidden fear of retribution which has informed every action. A neurosis which you can never overcome until you confront it. The internalised social stigmas which separated you from your goals disintegrate when you become the enemy, a fear object of your former self. Killing changes matter. An all chemical reaction. Makes every second a risk. Accelerating the pulsing nihilism of being alive. Deleting time between actions.Confusion. It is purity of purpose, without the burden of it having to "mean" anything. It only "means" that all beings, all moments are temporary. An adrenalin panic raises us above the level of our personalities and makes banal desires radiant with a sudden and permanent trance-formation. Just as a single error of manners in a critical conversation can ruin the aspiration of your life. It removes "the space between" what is valued and what is feared. Death, as an instrument, is a new beginning. Through intentional violence with unending consequences, it becomes the ultimate velocity of the ego and the birthright of all people.
very well said. i have no idea what you said but you said it well. ------------------ i contain matter
