An Inconsequential Man

This is a passage of a poem written by Sumner L. Fairfield in 1830. This is the poem from which I chose my name. THE ARGUMENT. Abaddon  or Apollyon, as the name imports, is supposed to be subordinate only to Satan, the adversary or tempter, who prepares by intrigue and seduction for the terrible triumphs of the Fiend of Ruin. THE  SPIRIT  OF  DESTRUCTION. Where  the wild darkness of the nether world Fell with its ghastliest grandeur, and vast clouds Trailed o'er the panting firmament, and hung Like sworded ministers of vengeance low Upon the dismal, thick, and deadly air,  Abaddon  stood companionless, and wrapt In wasting thought—a pyramid of mind On the dark desert of Despair ! Alone He stood, and his broad shadow quivered o'er The jagged and tumultuary clouds, Where living blackness struggled with the glare Thrown from the fierce volcano's lava breast, With even a deeper gloom ; for moral guilt Transcends the tempest's terror and the wreck Of warr

What you really fear is inside yourself. You fear your own power. You fear your anger, the drive to do great or terrible things. ~ Henri Ducard

If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart. ~ Ra’s Al Ghul