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Corrupt Justification

Devin Stevens Presents Literature

“‘I had forgotten that you are only a common boy. How should you understand reasons of State? You must learn, child, that what would be wrong for you or for any of the common people is not wrong in a great Queen such as I. The weight of the world is on our shoulders. We must be freed from all rules. Ours is a high and lonely destiny.”‘

C.S. Lewis “The Magician’s Nephew”

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“Am I a good person?”

Going through life, questioning whether or not you are a “good” person, is the wrong question to ask. “Am I happy” is a more important question. “Have I cared for someone” has the potential to treat your own happiness as always less important than that of others to the point of your own happiness not being important at all. The fact that loving someone makes you happy is the part that is not stressed. Loving someone brings you joy. That is the main point. If the main point is for me to give love to someone else, then that must mean their main point is to give love to me. Who in the fuck is able to accept it and enjoy it? Therefore, that is important and crucial to the whole idea of “love”: accepting it and enjoying it for oneself.

Love is treated as a commandment instead of just being natural. And that’s the problem.

Sitting around waiting for death is a horrible way to live. I do not believe that God put us here to “test” us. I think He put us here just because He wanted us to be here. I don’t know “why“, but I don’t think it was to test us. I think it was more like “Hey, I want to create something that can enjoy something. Here you go, humans. Here’s LIFE.”

Personal Happiness as a Virtue.


Why Am I Not A Murderer?

Free Will Contradictions.

Small Town Religion

God is so great.

God is so good.

He has blessed this spiritually devoid town.

He has blessed it with repetition and envious discontent.

God damn those successful people.

God damn those worldly heatherns…

God bless the small town.

God bless the stagnant.

God bless the hateful, and the loud.

God bless the ignorant.

God bless the miserable.



My poetry.

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“…to Hell in a handbasket.”

The phrase “to Hell in a handbasket” can go to Hell in a handbasket.

The good ol’ days.

A shift of my lifeview.

For some reason, I had the impression that as people get older, they get less evil.

I suppose that I was expecting that as a kid, and witnessing a lot of evil in the world, that if I became older, it would somehow decrease, because it was my childhood that somehow was aware of the evil, and that if I could only grow up, it would go away.

Of course, this isn’t the case, and evil only completely ceases for our experiences when we each individually die.

So we’re doomed to a constant conflict of evil and good on this world; both experiencing it from others and inflicting it upon others.



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