Guest Post by Will Moorfoot

Words of Margaux

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On Man

 The stubborn gale wailed in the swarthy twilight.

All around, the lush, autumn leaves were swept

Into elaborate complexions upon the dank, freezing air.

In the distance, growing closer by the minute,

A windswept, shivering traveller approaches;

Intent upon reaching the small settlement

Of Rynde by midnight.

The evergreen wood to the right doth moan

A loathsome sound as branches and leaves

Are knocked and wrenched in all directions,

The dark Confusion of the luminous Night.


Pausing for a moment or two,

That wanderer looks up at the furious moon

And its angelic, burning…

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An empire of cobwebs

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A city of profusion great,
So rich in gold that men do hate,
Its nettled walls of silver lines
And so do leave good thoughts behind
On entering through those sturdy gates
Where fortunes lie and Greed relates
To wiry men, the devils kin,
Who fill their pockets and make foul din
That doth distract the feeble mass
Of peasants and wild men so rash.

And while wide eyes are quickly turned
They do strike deals which surely burn
A hole in that good nation’s wealth,
For trade with imps requires stealth
And knowledge of their cunning ways
Which are but for the sake of play.

Yet while the rich delve deep in gold
And poor folk farm till bony, old,
The king who once did rule the land
Doth die and leave no heir in hand,
And so, while gazes are all turned
A creature did now coyly learn
Of leader lacking in that place
And came from water with swift haste.

A Vodyanoy, father of the lake,
He doth take throne and slowly wakes
From tiresome slumber of the mind
To rule until the end of times.
And when at last the truth pours out,
“The king is dead, a monster’s ‘bout”,
There is but nothing to be done
For who can tell if beast’s not one
Of all those grotesque men of ‘good’
Whose treason did bring on the hood
Of ancient lies and pure deceit
That only ends when lamb doth bleat
A puzzling sound not heard before
Which can throw over monster’s law…

On evil

It appears that the definition of ‘evil’ is subjective to the individual user of the word, some would define it as the cause of suffering, others the disregard of morality and religious doctrine. But what exactly is it? Surely, in order for it to bare significance in debates and ethical theories, it must have some objective definition, or a meaning that everyone can accept.

The first question I would ask is whether or not the causes of actions (such as murder and degenerative diseases) are intrinsically evil in themselves. It sounds a rather bizarre question to ask, but this is not to say that such actions are not horrific and deeply saddening to all those involved. It is instead to ask whether we can really call such acts evil.

An action that is considered evil should only be thought of as such if it had a conscious being, capable of making rational decisions, behind it. Earthquakes and tsunamis which are often labelled ‘natural evil’ are not evil as such since there is no deliberate intention to harm people (unless you believe in an omnipotent God who wishes to bring pain upon this beloved creation). We may find the consequences of a volcano tragic and painful but in reality this is the extent of it, if there is no intention then there is no evil since there is nothing intending to cause harm.

However, what of the acts committed by rational, conscious beings. Surely they are evil? In my view, at least, an action such as murder is deeply unsettling and saddening, but it cannot be intrinsically evil. It must be, in fact, the intention of the person that is at fault, death can occur as a result of natural processes, but murder is down to evil thoughts and evil intentions.

But can an evil thought which is not carried through be as evil as one that is? Well, no. But an evil thought, one that is truly evil, will always be carried through due to the corrupted intentions of the individual. If for some reason they are stopped (by forces that do not appeal to their ‘better nature’ but instead prevent them from committing the crime by the act of restraining) then, and only then, is the intention and thought is still as evil as if they had carried the action through, despite avoiding the terrible consequences.

The hateful, destructive intentions of a being can be the only thing that is intrinsically evil without qualification, anything else is a tragic aftermath of that evil.


What fear conceals

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Eons Hill, a divine place,
With tranquil air of peaceful lace
And meadows carved into its walls.
‘Tis timeless and seeks to enthral
Those wanderers who do trek there past
The gushing falls and mountain paths,
In which the tarns and valleys lie
Where ancient creatures dwell nearby
And hide as soon as they do hear
Soft footsteps of mankind, so queer.
That hill’s concealed from view by crags
And misty fog stirred up by hags
Who roam the countless dreary fields
In search of those who did once wield
The sword, yet are now so in need
Of herbs and spices and perhaps mead.

Yes, utterly concealed is hill
And when it’s night it surely will
Become the place of happenings many
Where Imps and Goblins dance so merry
Beneath the bloated, amber moon
‘Side burning fire which causes loom
Of shadows, those of laughing sprites,
So travellers do flee in fright
For thinking there are giants ‘bout
They see them not but surely shout
Of mammoths and Colossals dim
While forest Faeries make cackling din
And fall upon their backs in laughter
That men could be such fools to plaster
The shadows of their dance so wrong
And believe that they were great beasts long.

Now, as the fresh, bright sun doth canter
Up towards horizon damper
With crystal dew of value great,
The Wood Folk are now sorely late
For slumber ‘neath the ancient rocks
‘Till Night doth let down gloomy locks.

The connection between the mind and reality on a deep, fundamental level

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Generalisations that we make. Things may look identical but in reality they are not. Two pens that look the same are not, they are entirely different but retain a basic structure on a macroscopic level that we perceive to be identical then. Our counting system therefore is derived from our generalisations. We create archetypical forms of things in nature. Mathematics then, as soon as this is realised, is not the investigation into the world around us in a pure way. It is the investigation into our minds and thought patterns. We all possess, therefore, a structure and basic code in our mind that is universal and to which there is only one correct solution. Perhaps our moral laws can be derived from this. In addition, there are mathematical concepts which appear in nature such as the golden ratio which appear regardless of human observation. This suggests a fundamental link between the mind and reality. Not some link born out of evolution but a link grounded in the very nature and essence of reality itself. The mind and the universe are distinct entities and are connected by a deep, timeless relationship.


The deeper and more oftener we dwell upon the intrinsic beauty and regularity of the vast and complex structure that it the universe, the more there is either need for an all encompassing sufficient reason, or a total abolition of confidence in human logic.


The dreadful truth

By the hand of God the truth is thereof known, that all life upon this earth shall end by that most dreaded and formidable woe that is the accursed breath of malevolence, seeping into our world by His will, for that greater good.
The end of mans suffering shall draw to a close as the song of life does cease. And yet the price of his rebirth is found in the loss of his earthly happiness, and former identity.
Let is be known therefore, known to all men, that this most starling of truths is utter reality. It is that which shall bring Princes to their knees, and in ghastly desperation and hopelessness cry out: “Why, O’ why everlasting Master should wondrous existence lie beyond the void when we can experience it not through our earthly selves? What is the purpose of eternal paradise if it is not us who shall reside within it?”
Harsh and unforgiving is that ethereal truth, yet fools are made of those who would fight against Him and that most trusted of councillors who is Death himself, cunning and manipulation engraved into his very essence.
Upon the passing of countless eons, those misguided mortals who did pray to their Lord for the everlasting Now, would pray once again for that everlasting Sleep.
For an eternity is too long for any man to endure.
Only in Death shall he find his salvation…


Abysmal Slumber

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The darkness doth envelop the city;
Shine through O’ luminous mark
And bring down treacherous villainy
Which doth, in venomous heart,
Herald forth the harshest elements of the deep;
The howling Ferocity,
The swirling of that ancient Foe,
Thrashing and yelling indigenous falsehoods
‘Neath rocks and bricks now built to withstand
Eternity in its entirety.

A slashing blade
Fells the sky.
Clouds of ever looming blackness
Do part to reveal ‘ternal abyss,
Yet the glinting heavens do not come.

We do despair,
As Father Time doth sleep;
And so we sleep with him,
Till the morn’ comes.

The Copernican Revolution

In 1530 a revolution occurred, a great spark ignited a rebellion against fundamentalist Christianity and the Catholic Church, it came in the form of a manuscript containing a theory. The first of many that would shine the light of truth through religious doctrine to reveal it for the manipulative and obfuscating dictatorship that it truly was. That manuscript was Nicholas Copernicus’ De Revolutionibus Orbium Coelestium*, within its awe inspiring pages and boldly written words was the theory of a heliocentric universe in which the earth no longer took the centre stage in the grand ‘design’ of the cosmos and instead the sun was suggested as the centre point of gravitation around which all other celestial bodies orbited. Now, it is important to note here that, although this theory was not the absolute truth and that science has come a long way since the 1500’s, the basic proposition was ground breaking as it took a stand against the long unopposed teachings of the Church. This may not seem of particular relevance if the theory is inaccurate, but I urge the reader to think on this: if Christianity’s tyrannical reign had not been opposed by a logical, deductive approach to understanding the world which suggested that we humans are not the centre of reality itself, the what, I ask you, would have become of our civilisation? Nothing, that is the answer, we would have made next to no progress in the advancement of technology since any theory proposed to the Catholic Church for approval would be condemned if it violated the creation myths or challenged God’s omnipotence (why do you think the Catholic Church was so afraid of the mathematical concept of 0?).
Our society has a whole has benefited in ways which are almost incomprehensible as a result of one man’s brave, admirable decision to speak out against a horrific form of totalitarianism. From that point more theories were proposed by other such great minds which allowed humans the freedom to think for themselves. Before, peopled lived in fear of a God who had the power to reduce princes to nothing and was the ultimate decider of each and every man’s fate, and who could blame their terror? For it was all that they ever knew. Science did not aim to destroy religion or for that matter convert people to an equally blind faith, it allowed us to be free and rational and to decide what we want to believe based on the evidence that it set before them with nothing being concealed for fear of change. If, with this newly found knowledge a person then wished to follow a faith such as Christianity, then it is their own choice and they are able to do so with all of the facts, not just those that the corrupt ‘elect’ wanted them to know.
In our modern day society we seem to take for granted our ability of choice in what we believe, it is an undeniable human right and, in this current age, almost impossible to repress. The wellbeing of our society, therefore, has been drastically influenced by the work of Nicholas Copernicus without whom, we might be no better off than those living in the Dark Ages.
A final note, whilst science has indeed revolutionised our world and given us the ability to think rationally and independently, Copernicus’ work raises the interesting question of what the next discovery of the sort will be in years to come. Perhaps our knowledge and understanding of the universe shall be dropped abruptly on its head in light of a new ground breaking theory that will change our lives and thought patterns as we know them…

*On the Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres