Conscientia

Gifted with knowledge much greater than yours, pompous I am not; I present you with an ideal. Before I propose something you may deem preposterous allow I, a man of great knowledge to acquaint you with my endearing fore-time...

As just a young-ling I surpassed my classmates gaining entrance into a prestigious university, yet again I rose above the expectations set for my peers, I thought of them as nothing but idiots. They thought I, a luminescent, was nothing but obsessed, possibly even consumed, by my own vanity! I graduated with great honor- a true scholar! Described as a young comely man, I was highly respected. After completing vigorous (as you might say) research I went on to abandon my adoring fans and spend my days in a beautiful home with architecture almost as divine as that of my brain. What a beautiful home, how nice it is to see such luminescence created by the heavens shine through my study window at night! My study, my gorgeous study, a great collection of pious literature and the scent of great minds is truly, truly wonderful. A desk, which has been but my only friend in this secluded home, I owe my gratitude to, such beauty you possess making me smile so brightly. But a fool I am, living in such a home alone with my studies… call me an intellectual you may but I am far from the warmth of the heavens.

Now that your nimble mind is aware of my achievements you can see I am nothing but a trustworthy man. Knowledge has a certain divinity, a beauty that leads me to believe that knowledge is the pass-way to the heavens. You see, the more knowledge I acquire the closer to god I become. I am but a good trustworthy man, holier than you, the amount of sermons you attend does not matter you are still headed for the place of torment. But I, oh I, am expanding my intelligence and divinity everyday. Don’t presume me mad, my knowledge is MUCH greater than yours.

On a night much like the ones that have inspired me so a shocking realization came to me while I was vigorously studying. Sitting at my beautiful desk in my marvelous study, feeling the warmth of the fire and smelling the most wonderful scents of my book, I found that engaging knowledge with my eyes was no longer allowing me to consume its piousness. I tossed it into the fire. Why have I not considered the possibility of consuming its essence? Why? But can you feel that? The knowledge, it feels so divine. Going deep into my lungs and making its way into my superior brain, how nice… I grab another and set it ablaze. What a nice feeling, my head, it feel so light due to the great wisdom being put forth into my brain. This isn't a bad feeling nor is it good, but it’s just enough to make my brain want more. Taking this worthless hat rack into my hands I light it ablaze and dance from shelf to shelf setting my literature free for a moment. I allow my literature to frolic about free as a bird but only until its trapped in my mind only to be shared between the Almighty and I. As it burned I could feel the warmth of the heavens and God coming closer to me. I could feel his blessing. Oh, its getting hotter, is heaven near? Of course! My arms are thrown into the air almost in a way that a maestro would, conduction this symphony of whispers and crackles, the feelings! It’s coming closer, the knowledge is running through me! But as soon as this beautiful scene came into view it began to fade into black. I’m passing into the heavens and at last I fall into a pile of flaming thoughts and ideas, slowly but surely I am freed, passing into a warm pious place, much greater than this cold moronic earth.

Author's Note

tell me what you think! my English teacher (mind you, she is 23.) said it made no sense.

Reviews

[My Brain Wont Stop Argu..]

dude, you need to slow the f**k down with your writing. The whole thing seems pretty rushed. It makes sense and I get what you were going for, but you really need to take your time. Overall I thought it was pretty good.