Okay, just finished reading Dorian Gray today. And I must say, its a rather brilliant book. I've changed my mind. Its great. I remember years ago I read it for recreation, but now when I read it again, it completely changed my mindset. Its been so long since I actually felt the remotest urge to touch a book, much less read it.

But really, right now I feel terrible. Even if I may not live forever, I grow terribly bored of the world I see. Every face, every room, every house, every tree, everything, and learning has lost its interest for me. It grows so terribly sickening. Now I find myself disgusted by the scents of the world. Every piece of music seems repetitive and uninteresting. Every conversation is barren of promise, and every second is wasted on frivolous small talk. School is boring. Friends are boring. Events are boring. The world is boring. Life is boring.

What a delight, and what a curiosity, regarding the people who spend their life not in the search of happiness, but of Pleasure. Those who are never happy, but are always satisfied. Those who are the servants of none but themselves.

There are so many wonders of the human imagination that cannot be brought to fruition. To watch an empire grow from scratch, or a forest fire at its best moments. Establishment and organization is for the insecure. It is the constant adaptation to vicious change that gives life its meaning.

And my personal motto: 'The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist, and the soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.'

Temporarily putting aside the possible homo-erotic themes in the book, as well as the long paragraphs regarding what he did with all his free time. I had recently realized that in the November adaptation of the Picture of Dorian Gray, the person playing Sir Henry Wotton is the one and only Colin Firth, who acted as Jack in another popular Wilde film, The Importance of Being Earnest. Coincidence?

And perhaps, by pure coincidence, Dorian Gray mentioned that the ninth of November is the 'eve of his own thirty-eighth birthday'. Yes, that's right. Just as I was wondering, that makes him an ever-powerful, ever-paranoid Scorpio. Another reason to love the story.

'Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was the imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin. It was the imagination that made each crime bear its misshapen brood. In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.'

There is no such thing as an immoral action. In every action there is only the effectiveness and efficiency of Thought, Effort and Result. There are no such things as morals or ethics. Its just the possibility and magnitude of Action and Consequence. Every sinner bears the weight of his own Conscience, and every saint bears the weight of his own Cowardice.

And to end off, one of my favorite quotes:

'Examinations, sir, are pure humbug from beginning to end. If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.'

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.