Nephelim´s Wings

A fallen angel with broken wings... Ever longing for long lost skies, heart darkened by pains and weariness, but still strong in compassion. The spectrum of emotions that can coexist within a single human being is vast indeed. Hatred colder than the artic wastes, flaming fury that in all right should burn the body to cinders, a joy found in helping true hearts that radiates. Writing is for me a much needed way to ventilate emotions, but also an expression of my thinking nature. I can be found pondering pretty much anything, there are few "-nomi"s and "-logi"s I'm unacquainted with. I find the nature of our world and conditions of existence profoundly intriguing. My instincts seem to be rather critical and contrarian, I loathe thought-oppression and can generally be found criticizing whatever the fad of the moment may be. I acknowledge the relevance of almost all political directions, but abhor the lack of balance all too commonly found among politicians and politically interested. Reality is far too complex to allow for any of the utopias promised by market liberals and communists alike. My morals could be described as a sympathetic consequencialism. My epistemology something along the lines of a postpostmodernistic popper-kuhn synthesis.