/lit/ - Literature

>writing a scene where a person shoes a horse
>look up how to do it on youtube
>now youtube is recommending me nothing but cowboy podcasts and satisfying hoof care videos and AI covers of Big Iron

>>16625106
>in decline

???

What the actual fuck, are you just casually going to forget that in the 1700s a scrape could have done you in. Sure by some retarded metrics that you could only vomit out after incorrectly reading the continentals, you could make that claim, but the world being shit now doesn't change that it used to be a whole lot more shitty in the past.

>>16537365
God only really shows himself to people through tragedy.

It can be argued that religion, and metaphysical beliefs in general, is simply one of the ways a mind copes with loss or trauma. I don't personally buy into that however as natural phenomena that we can observe, while explicable, appear like magic and when zooming out to the cosmic level or in to the quantum level they become indistinguishable from magic (e.g: blackholes deleting information). The gap between full understanding and the understanding we have currently is the space which metaphysics mostly occupies. God, as I define him, is that full understanding, a being or even a state of consciousness which perceives all.

Tragedy, trauma, and loss often make one feel insecure in their perception of the world and either the events which lead to these emotions or the emotions themselves are inexplicable. In that sense these things almost begin to become metaphysical, occupying the same space as God does. I didn't word this as well as I could of but I hope some anons understand what I'm trying to say. Also Dostoyevsky believed in God.

The best time of the year is finally here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9p9goW9bnA

>>16415163
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TepEVMvR74U

>>16258795
I'll start the thread off:

I stopped nervously fondling the Kimber .45 in my coat when I saw Marcus wading through the crowd of consumers. Such crowds for a small, out of the way, restaurant were why I picked this place to meet up with him.

"You finally want to talk now after all this time?" He said as he slid into the booth," I thought you said it was such a feminine thing to do,"

"I really have no fucking choice Marcus," I said leaning forward on the table.

He raised a brow at that.

"What is it?" He asked slowly.

I stared into his olive green eyes, still not able to think of a proper way to say what I need too. Fuck it.

"I'm not going to live very long Marcus,"

He only looked at me, gauging to see whether I was lying. Must have not been able to find what he was hoping to see.

"You're serious?"

"Yes,"

"What do you mean not very long?"

"I got involved with something very...evil,"

Marcus looked around for a moment before leaning forward and speaking quietly.

"I've heard these rumors and I don't want to believe they're true. I heard that you got involved with a gang. Tell me that's not true,"

I cracked a big shit eating grin at the incredulity. But only for a moment.

"It's not a gang Marcus," I said clearly.

"Then what is it?"

"It's a cult,"

His eyes widened for a moment before he quickly looked around again.

"It's a cult and it's been in this town for a long while,"

"You can't expect me to believe-," He started.

I rolled up the coat sleeve on my right arm and revealed their insignia carved into my flesh. Marcus stared at it for a long moment before uttering "Jesus Christ".

"Is that a bite mark around it?"

"Yes. It's their way of severance," I said rolling my sleeve back up," Now listen to me very carefully Marcus. Are you listening?"

"Yes,"

"Do you believe me?"

"Yes," he finally said after a moment of thought.

"That's why I called you here Marcus. I could actually count on you and now I need you more then ever,"

"What do you need?"

"Just listen to what i'm about to say," I said before looking around myself and when I was satisfied, I continued on," This cult has been here since the 1800s and all these child disappearances, all these sex crimes, all this sickness plaguing our town comes from them. They don't care if you know it's them, they don't care if the media prints endless articles about them. They're in complete control of this town Marcus. They own the police and the ones in the neighboring states as well. The police are as complicit and do not ever think otherwise for a moment. The cult reigns over this town as kings and they have a very far reach. We are in their thrall and no one they've recruited has dared opposed them but for me. Are you still listening?"

"Yes but...,"

"Keep listening. I know how fucking crazy it sounds but I haven't even talked about what they do with the children,"
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