Name: Scott MacDonald
Age:18
Location:Boone, NC USA
Desires:Music,Alcohol,Camel Unfilters,Black Metal,reading(favs.Marriage of Heaven and Hell,Dantes Inferno,Paradise Lost,Shogun),TV(simpsons,history channel),Cheap horror movies+High school Scare Flicks etc.
ICQ#:63868533
Favorite Quotes:
"The Horoscope of Time does not show Peace but War"-Hitler
"With his Wrath God sent forth the Angel of Death...As far as the eyes can see the bodies of dead children lay about like scattered leaves...for God did love so that he drowned every living thing...in oceans of bitter tears..."--Noahs account of the flood
"Damn Jews"--God
"You Great star, What would your happiness be had you not those for whom you shine?"-Zarathustra
"I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise; this they do with a confident insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning: Thus Swedenborg boasts that what he writes is new; tho' it is only the Contents or Index of already publish'd books A man carried a monkey about for a shew, & because he was a little wiser than the monkey, grew vain, and conciev'd himself as much wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg; he shews the
folly of churches & exposes hypocrites, till he imagines that all are religious. & himself the single One on earth that ever broke a net. Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new truth: Now hear another: he has written all the old falshoods. And now hear the reason. He conversed with Angels who are all religious, & conversed not with Devils who all hate religion,for he was incapable thro' his conceited notions. Thus Swedenborgs writings are a recapitulation of all superficial opinions, and an analysis of the more sublime, but no further. Have now another plain fact: Any man of mechanical talents may from the writings of Paracelsus or Jacob Behmen,produce ten thousand volumes of equal value with Swedenborg's. and from those of Dante or Shakespear, an infinite number. But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine."--William Blake(plate 21 marriage of heaven and hell)
"The snake that cannot shed its skin perishes.So do the spirits who are prevented from changing their opinions.The stongest and most evil spirits have so far advanced humanity the most: they have always rekindled the drowsing passions--all ordered society puts the passions to sleep;they have always reawakened the sense of comparison, of contradiction, of in the new, the daring, and the untried; they force men to meet opinion with opinion, model with model.For the most part by arms, by the overthrow of boundary stones, and by offense to the pieties, but also by new religions and moralities.The same "malice" is to be found in every teacher and preacher of the new.....The new is always the evil, as that which wants to conquer, to overthrow the old boundary stones and the old pieties;and only the old is the good.The good men of every age are those who dig the old ideas deep down and bear fruit with them, the husbandmen of the spirit.But all land is finally exhausted, and the plow of evil must always return.
There is a fundamentally erroneous doctrine in contemporary morality, celebrated particularly in England: according to this, the judgments "good" and "evil" are condensations of the experiences concerning "expedient" and "inexpedient"; what is called good preserves the species, while what is called evil is harmful to the species.In truth, however, the evil urges are expedient and indispensable and preserve the species to as high a degree as the good ones--only their function is different.
When we hear the ancient bells growling on a Sunday morning we ask ourselves: Is it really possible! This, for a jew, crucified two thousand years ago, who said he was God's son? The proof of such a claim is lacking. Certainly the Christian religion is an antiquity projected into our times from remote prehistory; and the fact that the claim is believed - whereas one is otherwise so strict in examining pretensions - is perhaps the most ancient piece of this heritage. A god who begets children with a mortal woman; a sage who bids men work no more, have no more courts, but look for the signs of the impending end of the world; a justice that accepts the innocent as a vicarious sacrifice; someone who orders his disciples to drink his blood; prayers for miraculous interventions; sins perpetrated against a god, atoned for by a god; fear of a beyond to which death is the portal; the form of the cross as a symbol in a time that no longer knows the function and ignominy of the cross -- how ghoulishly all this touches us, as if from the tomb of a primeval past! Can one believe that such things are still believed?
A Jesus Christ was possible only in a Jewish landscape--I mean one over which the gloomy and sublime thunder cloud of the wrathful Yahweh was brooding continually. Only here was the rare and sudden piercing of the gruesome and perpetual general day-night by a single ray of the sun experienced as if it were a miracle of "love" and the ray of unmerited "grace." Only here could Jesus dream of his rainbow and his ladder to heaven on which God descended to man. Everywhere else good weather and sunshine were considered the rule and everyday occurrences.
Have you ever heard of the madman who on a bright morning lighted a lantern and ran to the market-place calling out unceasingly: "I seek God! I seek God!" As there were many people standing about who did not believe in God, he caused a great deal of amusement. Why? is he lost? said one. Has he strayed away like a child? said another. Or does he keep himself hidden? Is he afraid of us? Has he taken a sea voyage? Has he emigrated? - the people cried out laughingly, all in a hubbub. The insane man jumped into their midst and transfixed them with his glances. "Where is God gone?" he called out. "I mean to tell you! We have killed him, you and I! We are all his murderers! But how have we done it? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the whole horizon? What did we do when we loosened this earth from its sun? Whither does it now move? Whither do we move? Away from all suns? Do we not dash on unceasingly? Backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there still an above and below? Do we not stray, as through infinite nothingness? Does not empty space breathe upon us? Has it not become colder? Does not night come on continually, darker and darker? Shall we not have to light lanterns in the morning? Do we not hear the noise of the grave-diggers who are burying God? Do we not smell the divine putrefaction? - for even Gods putrefy! God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him! How shall we console ourselves, the most murderous of all murderers? The holiest and the mightiest that the world has hitherto possessed, has bled to death under our knife - who will wipe the blood from us? With what water could we cleanse ourselves? What lustrums, what sacred games shall we have to devise? Is not the magnitude of this deed too great for us? Shall we not ourselves have to become Gods, merely to seem worthy of it? There never was a greater event - and on account of it, all who are born after us belong to a higher history than any history hitherto!" Here the madman was silent and looked again at his hearers; they also were silent and looked at him in surprise. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, so that it broke in pieces and was extinguished. "I come too early," e then said. "I am not yet at the right time. This prodigious event is still on its way, and is traveling - it has not yet reached men's ears. Lightning and thunder need time, the light of the stars needs time, deeds need time, even after they are done, to be seen and heard. This deed is as yet further from them than the furthest star - and yet they have done it themselves!" It is further stated that the madman made his way into different churches on the same day, and there intoned his Requiem aeternam deo. When led out and called to account, he always gave the reply: "What are these churches now, if they are not the tombs and monuments of God?"
I welcome all signs that a more manly, a warlike , age is about to begin, an age which, above all, will give honor to valor once again.For this age shall prepare the way for on yet higher, and it shall gather the strength which this higher age will need one day--this age which is to carry heoirm in the pursuit of knowledge and wage wars for the sake of thoughts and their consequences.To this end we now need many preparatory valorous men who cannot leap into being out of nothing-- anymore than out of the sand and slime of out present civilization and the metropolitanism: men who are bent on seeking for that the aspect in all things which must be overcome; men characterized by cheerfulness, patience, unpretentiousness, and contempt for all great vanities, as well as by magnanimity in victory and forbearance regarding the small vanities of the vanquished; men possessed of keen and free judgment concerning all victors and the share of chance in every victory and every fame; men who have their own festivals, their own weekdays, their own periods of mourning, who are accustomed to command with assurance and are no less ready to obey when necessary, in both cases equally proud and serving their own cause; men who are in greater danger, more fruitful, and happier! For, believe me, the secret of the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment of existence is: to live dangerously! Build your cities under Vesuvius! Send your shipsinto uncharted seas! Live at war with your peers and yourselves! Be robbers and conquerors, as long as you cannot be rulers and owners, you lovers of knowledge! Soon the age will be past when you could be satisfied to live like shy deer, hidden in the woods! At long last the pursuit of knowledge will reach out for its due: it will want to rule and own, and you with it!
What? Is man merely a mistake of God's? Or God merely a mistake of man's?" -Nietzsche
"Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
this the seat That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be it so, since he Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid
What shall be right: fardest from him is best
Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream
Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less then he Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n. But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,Th'associates and copartners of our loss Lye thus astonisht on th'oblivious Pool, And call them not to share with us their part In this unhappy Mansion, or once more With rallied Arms to try what may be yet Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell?"--Satan
Favorite Albums:
Darkthrone-Transilvanian Hunger
Ulver-Madrigal of the Night
Gorgoroth-Under the Sign of Hell/Pentagram
Immortal-Blizzard Beasts
Hypocrisy-Destroys Wacken
Sadistic Intent-Resurrection
Judas Iscariot-Of Great Eternity
Summoning-Minas Morgul/Stronghold
Necrophobic-The Nocturnal Silence
Mayhem-Live in Leipzig
Burzum-Burzum/aske
Baphomet-The Dead Shall Inherit
Obtained Enslavement-Witchcraft
Brutality-When the Sky Turns Black
Marduk-Opus Nocturne
Abigor-Verwustung/Invoke the Dark Age
Trelldom-Til Et Annet
Necromass-Mysteria Mystica Zofiriana
Veles-Black Hateful Metal
