Determinism
by Daniel Beadle - Tuesday, July 24, 2007
"If you look at something long enough, and close enough, you'll see the flaws," says Dylan Thorne, as he gazes out of the window of his hundredth and sixth floor office.“Take the human mind, for instance." Dylan walks to an adjacent table, and pours a glass of Hennessy cognac. "A sensitive mind can derive trauma from even the most trivial of stimuli. There need not be abuse or death. Horrors in this life take many veiled forms, and have a way of compounding in secret. A man whose job slowly chips away at what some would call his soul is just as prone to kill his entire family and rape his dead mother as a man who spent his childhood being molested and beaten by his homosexual uncle.
“My actions have been elucidated as evil.” Dylan smirks as he sips his brandy. “I can acknowledge that my past is… composed of deeds that are unacceptable by societal standards. Of course, such standards are completely arbitrary and as unreliable as American ingenuity. But that is another bent entirely.” Dylan takes another sip.
“I have no trauma worth noting in my past. Nothing to cry over to be certain. Life happened to me. Events unfolded that inevitably made me exactly who I was always meant to be. As often as I think about my past, I see no other possible course of events, no possibility of variation. What happened was all that ever could have happened.”
Dylan takes another sip of his brandy and looks at himself in the mirror. He chuckles, and his lips fall in a wry smile of self-amusement. “Time spent alone certainly allows for the proficiency of talking to one’s self.” He chuckles again as he takes another sip. “But isolation is the one place where you can talk to your equal, and where you can truly carve out your real identity, not the meaningless and superficial façade that exists beyond these walls.”
His smile drops as he finishes the brandy. “Not long now, those lemmings out there will finally get all that they deserve. I might not have a trauma worth discussing, but I’ll be sure to give them one that will shatter everything they stand for.” He smiles once again after he places the heavy glass down on his desk. “Happiness lies in hope. And I have a great deal to look forward to.”
“My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to Hell.”--Igor Stravinsky
