I feel like a character in a gritty film noir story, with nearly incessant rain and a very nice gloomy landscape. Gloomy...just like the days before Ragnarok. Mind, this isn't a bad thing to me, since it also means cooler weather. I like things cool to chilly, though not permanently since I'd get tired of perpetually being in winter wear. Clothing is as much functional as it is fashionable, after all. There's no way I'm gona wear a slip when the mercury's scraping the bottom...
I can't bring myself to trust authority. Especially human authority. Where there is a concentration of power, there is potential for abuse. Granted, absolute authority under a perfect leadership would lead to unprecedented progress...but that's just like hoping that Communism would succeed: There is no perfect human system out there. As usual, I'm amazed at how people can respect authority. Power is as much given as it is taken. Much of what powerful people have is quite imaginary. A dictator may command the military, but the military's just as equipped to squash him like a bug. A rich person may find the money evaporating in the next recession.
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