Essay, 2nd draft
Davis Perez
T/R
11:15-12:30
ENC1101
When I scream my agony at the sky the only thing I ever hear is silence! The clouds do
nothing but sit idly ignoring me. My pain is a upside down blood fall attempting to grab their
attention, I scream “Look at my pain!”, and they laugh. As if their equal amount of added hurt
is justice enough to consider me useless and worthless. What is my power? What is the energy
that I seek? I can’t find it! It aches crushing all my bones and muscle in my body shouting “Die!”
as my giant care crumbles and collapses on my emotion. It’s not like it matters, I’m already
numb and permanently set to cry. I’m doing nothing but whining and the more I whine the
more it hurts. But according to my current readings, pain is pleasure. My misery is my reason?
flock that! If pain is pleasure then I’ll spend my entire life devoted to finding the power to split
the two. To make my pleasure infinite and my pain riddance from itself and I. We all need to let
our emotions flow to be sane, but in order to evolve instinct demands we control them and tie
them down. It angers me because this arises conflict. One that can not be fixed or settled. So is
my goal to eliminate this conflict? I wish control. I’ have been told that when I no longer want it,
it’ll fall in my hands. My heart is filled with darkness, my intentions are never sane, and my
instincts crave blood and violence. Yet I believe that because I can go days, without my animal
let loose, so can everyone else. Can a world so dark and stupid really learn trust? So I am here
now a day after writing my initial shout, I’m calm now and would to bring up the discussion that
the teacher sprang up a while ago. The discussions brought up the way we as a society work.
How hierarchical system placed upon us centuries ago are still present in our today of
“Freedom”. In this system we are but a triangle, the masses dormant in the bottom. They have
all the power yet none. Security is just shy off a level higher to the public, but they are treated
just the same as dogs. A dog in the streets lying in filth is no different from a dog lying in a rich
man’s house, they’re both being treated like bitches and in that essence neither life is worth
living. A society of independent decision makers will always be more efficient then a society of
followers without will following a power hungry lunatic. I say lunatic because the insane do not
know they are crazy, in fact, conscious awareness of insanity proves your sanity. To those who
ignore it, they are merely running away from instincts. They’re power hungry for obvious
reasons as well. The insane have no power over themselves. The only way to satisfy and justify
the opposite of their true desires (suicide) would be to control that which at one point quite
possibly controlled itself. It’s simple, my mind wants to unleash itself and cure all of their
hatred. I wish to make the world a circle love, a constant motion representing a heart. I’m tried
of seeing pain, hate, depression, madness, insanity, I crave the opposite of all the horrible
things in this world. But how? How do you do it? You can’t have a society where all people have
equal grounding. It’s impossible? If I make a society where Joe, Me, and Bob, have all equal
ground. Then that means that at any time I can steal or murder from and both of them. If it’s
illegal to do so, then that means I need to be judged, how can that be possible if everyone has
equal power? I deem that judge unable to decide my punishment, because thievery and murder
was done through the idea that we are equal in mindset and worth. So just like I respect your
believe to love, respect my belief in reality and accept death as a part of life. I don’t know how
to write an essay in a elegant manner. This current piece is the work of my journal throughout
the period of three days. I hope I did not misunderstand the professor, when he said “Write
without form”. Since this is as uncivilized as I get. The only writing that was edited where the
spelling errors and grammatical errors I could catch on the PC. Personally, I don’t know how this
could help me, I already write like a beast, it’s structure that worries me. My emotions hate
constrictions, so it’s only natural that after writing with all that throughout high school, I’m not
aware of all the “little” things that I should be aware of. I only hope that in the end my writing is
improved and not just….the same. Now that I have got that out of the way, I would like to go
back into the whole “Society should evolve into a circle from a triangle” topic. I posted a few
threads online and asked in a few chat rooms how one could go about transcending a triangle
into a circle. I got a ton of mathematical answers, and I’m sure they where correct, but the way
I see it, they all basically said cut off a line off of the triangle and draw a circle around the line as
that becomes the diameter. Then I said that the question was not mathematical, it was a “Think
outside the box” type. After a series of long listed questions marks and confusion, I received an
odd response. “Get a drill and drill through the middle” said the wisest and oldest programmer
at a favorite forum of mine. The smart ass from that same forum (a different person) stated that I should just cut off the edges and curve it. So I’m thinking now, that the only two answers I
received (that would work) from about two hundred people, where ones that required the
destruction of the triangle in some form. Maybe it’s human nature to destroy before starting
anew. Actually, I’m pretty sure it is. This goes hand-in-hand with what the Author of “The
Culture of Make Believe” was stating in our last exercise. People don’t like to encourage change
unless they are pure themselves, and the sad fact is that no one ever is. I have a lot of hope for
myself in my heart, but for a world that I can rarely ever trust, my hope stays locked in. Call me
selfish, but even though I can wish good and peace for all for all. I feel like I grew too fast and
gave up too quick. Since that wish is nothing more, my acceptance of pain is worth more. Since
this is how I feel, I can only think to myself that the hope I have is a lie, but I feel it as truth, I
just don’t feel it for this nation or for this world.
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