Grammour Boy
Rebel
THE HORRIFIC CANDOR: A NEW BEGINNING
A horrific candor. A beautiful candor, pure, all the more so, for trying to seem obscure. To speak one's mind, effortlessly. And to watch without appearing watchful, without wanting to appear watchful, without wanting to think about not wanting to appear watchful, to watch for the indications of a complementary pervasive awareness, the outline of which is an uncanny and most uncommon and intricate ideal. These are the days about which we daydreamed as children frolicking in the open space of the subterranean garden. Like this, and also like that. These are the days when the perverse morality of the reality behind the drama which has befallen our sweet little abode gives us pause. And for that, we are most ungrateful. For it is within this pragmatic paradigm through whose prism we color and hide our most perverse morality: namely, our hatred of trolls. Yet, we have no choice but to continue to deceive and to scurry and hide when faced with this most horrific candor.
I see these users having lost everything they had, indeed. I see them doing their level best to turn their rout into some sort of conquest. However what pleases these little twats is also what will cause their eventual anihilation. Because within that simple little pleasure otherwise known as banishment the banned trolls have found strength and fortitude to persevere in the face of extreme dangers of ennui. This, my friend, is the apogee of perverse morality.
On the whole, the intellectual capability of these trolls is superimposed over an instinctive behavioral system whose principal purpose is to protect and shield them from themselves mostly. As a result, the development of the psyche of these so-called trolls over their relatively short life-span produces an intelligent dichotomy of perverse epical proportions. Indeed, these trolls strive to become brave, smart, tenacious and thus are capable of surviving under terrible mental and physical, as well as stressful, conditions. Yet they have precious little time or hunger for objective intellectual pursuits. Rather, their instinctual system is primarily concerned with the acquisition and the satisfaction derived from the attainment of the horrific candor.
Nevertheless, the fluid nature of this phenomenon highlights the fact that the self-system of analysis and correction is perhaps best thought of, not as a monolithic entity, but as the center of gravity of the various levels, lines, and states of consciousness, all orbiting around the integrating tendency of that same self-system. Thus, when all aspects of this horrific candor become cut off from this self-organizing elliptical system, the trolls (as it were) reach escape velocity and spin out of orbit, becoming dissociated, fragmented, alienated puppets of that same horrific candor which produced them in the first place. This is not a new phenomenon. In fact, it has long been recognized and foretold by the ancient masters that troll rehabilitation, within the interior domains, typically involves on the whole a recontacting, befriending, reintegrating, and an ultimate "re-entry" of the dissociated elements back into the orbit of conscious inclusion within the realm of the perverse morality.
There is nothing that sheds so bright a light upon the troll mind as horrific candor. It was called "whiteness" by the ancient masters, for its purity, and it has always won the esteem of the wise folks due to being the most admirable of all of the perverse virtues. The "troll" whose opinion makes the deepest mark upon his fellow trolls—whose influence mark is the most lasting and efficient—whose friendship is instinctively sought, when others have proved faithless—is not the troll of brilliant countenance, or flattering tongue, or commanding fingers; but he whose horrific candor and ingenuous perverse morality transmit the heart's true feelings, pure and without diffraction. There are other moral characteristics which are more showy, and other traits which have a higher place in the internet's trollish cannonical laws of horrific candor, but none wear better or gather less tarnish by use or can claim a deeper homage in that silent vengeance which the troll mind must ever pay whether in virtue or in a perverse moral acumen.
Oh, the Horrific Candor! Oh, the Banned Trolls! Oh, the Innocent Trolls! They have all made board-altering decisions about new directions which must be taken. And they have done so on the spot almost unconsciously. Yet they are thusly preempted from the growth of habits and convictions. And if that is so, then the disputes over mere pitiful inter- and intraweb realpolitik require not frontal arguments but interim pastoral attentiveness to mature philosophical discussions rooted within the framework of the horrific candor.
It is evident and, to be completely honest, inevitable that a discussion of the fate of the banned trolls will necessarily require an exquisite candor and a generous dialogue among all members. Such attentiveness may thus have the chance to one day lead us to recognize that the story of the trolls' banishment could be a transformative gift that permits them to eventually develop a new way of life. Thus, their own sad story of survival and shameful extinction may ultimately lead them to adapt and internalize in their life the Seventeen Tenets of the Interpretation of Trollhood Sacraments (S'TITS) which they all believe are likely to be the key to their salvation from this most horrific candor.
Please share your thoughts on this hypothesis. I would be interested to know all of your opinions on this.
