The origins of The_nihil_ologist and what to expect from this Blog

Beware of False Idols, beware even of this warning to beware. I offer no answers in my blog but will certainly spoon feed you some Frankenstienish dead philosophies, so grab your torches, you know where to find my tower.

Some Recommended Music as You Read:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4_TGBqSQCs

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It should certainly be of noteworthy mention that Nihil is Latin for nothing, from which the words "annihilate", "nil", and "nihilist" are derived but that I am by no account a Nihilist. I believe in something, I believe there is a purpose to many things, a reason to get up in the morning and a reason to enjoy, not fear, sleep. The truth is I have no reason, I have a Nihil-ologist's point of view: that every morning I wake with the coma of a sinless conscious and go to sleep with the guilt of having wasted the day on school assignments that are unenlightening, with excessive video game playing, fraternizing with idiots and mongrels of the philosophical world, and lusting for experiences I know do not exist.

So what is the purpose of my blog then?.. It is to show you the world from the perspective of someone who tries genuinely to understand all events from a nihil-ological stand point. From the standpoint of someone who values that great anti-religious, anti-political, and at times anti-artistic void called experience. For all the experiences we endure in our lives are our own, and no one else's... so life is full of so much for each of us, and is yet nothing (nihil) to someone else's experiences which might teach them different or "other" views. This is the nothingness that I bring to the table... my life.

If Existential means quite simply deriving from the experience of a single human being's life, then I present to you my first echoing blog... broadcasting into the chasm of the philosophical crevices of dead logic, kissing the sentimental lips of lovers like autumn leaves (crisp yet decaying) , and grinding opinions upon the knuckles of thick-skulled "traditionalist" of all sorts... in the hopes to be a little more understood, or at the very least to entertain you with a slice of a life plagued with sleepless nights, wayward poetry written to those no longer known, and the ghosts of reason which haunt my life's every mistake...

Enjoy the run on sentences and overlapping metaphors, as much as I enjoyed overlooking them...

Mark Twain, in all his brilliant brevity even admitted that, "I try to not let my schooling get in the way of my education"