The following video went up on the Viewtoob yesterday, and it was only through mind-numbing luck that I acquired the link before it was taken down. The user’s account has been suspended, I suspect. At any rate, it’s no longer active.
Monstrous, yes. And something in dire need of explanation. So I searched, and found this text buried in the video’s metadata.
The science is the method, the art is the suffering.
The Sun – He spoke these words to me in a white hot vision. And like the prophets of old, I was not consumed by the flame. There was no time, no space. There was only the bleached revelation, reiterating like blast waves across the desert. Scorched earth and dark water marked the trail to my salvation.
He has told us to make friends with the horror. I have made a masterpiece of the horror. Behold what hell awaits the wicked! Glowing, opaque eyes follow my movements around the room, faces still grimace and howl – aghast at the magnificent blasphemy. Looking with the right eyes, one can still see their mouths gasp and writhe for retribution.
It is a vile and beautiful thing.
My blood is sluggish in the heat, and my ears ache from the voices inside these thinning walls. With the light as my guide, I give you the truth. Not simply my trophy, but a monument – a gift to the burning world.
Evil of this sort requires no explanation, because it is its own explanation.