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We scuttle through an age of dreadful freedom. The old gods are corpses, and the silence they left behind screams at us. In this void, we claw for concepts to dress the wound of existence—not for truth, but for anesthetic. We crave vital lies, simple fables that allow us to march toward the abyss without looking down. One such fable, the most ancient and necessary, is the idea of heroism. It is the grand, gilded lie we tell ourselves to drown … Continue reading “The Ghastly Carnival: Heroism as a Defense Against the Fear of Death”