[Suzerain of Sheol]

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Addressing in order.

I can't remember the term for it, that idea that the brain's just a bunch of chemicals working together... Was reading about it in Psychology, and this kind of struck a chord...

I didn't know there was a specific term to describe that. As far as I know, neuroscience has pretty much confirmed that that's essentially what the brain is, just add in a little electricity. :p

The first paragraph. Carpe diem to the extreme. Also reminds me of most governments today, what with being corrupt as hell.

That's interesting. I hadn't thought about it from that angle, but I suppose it does make sense.

Liking the basic denial of everything minus science...the way I phrased that seemed a bit weird but I'm bad at putting words to concepts. There're some bits that contradict each other a little, like the emotion part. Or that might just be me.

I should probably note at some point (like, right here!) that the idea was for this piece to seem overblown and contradictory/poorly-thought-out in a lot of places, since, like I said, it functions partially as a satire of a few different kinds of writers (I know it isn't made clear, but the narrator is writing this all down in a journal of sorts on her computer as she's narrating). In a lot of places, it falls shallow while attempting to sound "deep" which is part of the parody. Like all the Inferno references that have nothing really to do with anything. :P

Have you read The Stranger by Camus? Anyways, reminds me of that book.

I have not. I'm embarrassingly poorly-read for an English major.

I'm trying to make sense of the thing about the Devil versus the illusion of Christ and the...uh...what you wrote about God. (Words fail me.) I think it's just me; having a bit of an issue wrapping my mind around it.

Again, it doesn't really hold up under scrutiny, it's just them grasping at metaphors to try and relate how they're feeling (while they end up saying more or less nothing, instead...)

It seems to ramble a bit in general; I've a short attention span so that's a given.

No, no, that's part of it, both in the satire aspect, and just stemming from the fact that it's a literal stream of consciousness flowing from the narrator into her journal.

Ending was a tad bit awkward in my opinion; seemed a bit unrelated to the air of things.

Again, intentional. It was supposed to be something tangible to shock her out of this pseudo-intellectual, sophomoric-philosophy dream-world she's living in. And in case you missed it (my cousin said he didn't make the connection until a few days after reading it) the idea was that something in their home was radioactive and the narrator is very likely going to die, making her existential insights even more abjectly worthless than they already were.

Uh. Ok. I said this would be coherent; I was wrong. Sorry about that.

Heh, don't worry. You're fine. I really appreciate you reading and commenting. :)